these scattered thoughts
these inconsistent, fleeting thoughts
They keep flashing through my mind
they keep flashing in the blackness of my mind.
the mind..is a lonely place.
the mind, is a confused, mixed up place
the mind is so isolated when it is left alone ...it is so nonexistent when it isn't spoken to
why do I say that?
when no one talks to You, and when you dont talk to anyone,
its almost as if, your thoughts don't exist
your mind is apparently, 'empty'
if nothing goes out..it seems as if there is nothing in there either
but that isn't the case now is it?
the mind isn't empty
how could it ever BE EMPTY???
it is overflowing !
it talkssss and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks till the only thing that can shut it up is death or sleep (temporary death) !
the mind
is alive and yet it is dead
it is alive with thoughts
and yet dead when those thoughts keep repeating them self in a never ending circle.
so what are we to do with this mind?
this mind, that we were born with
this mind which can be both a blessing and a curse at the same time?
what are we to do with this mind?
how are we supposed to have a hold on our thoughts?
how are we meant to use it ?
what are meant to use it for ?
thoughtssssss
the miiiiiind
what is the definition of a healthy mind?
what is the definition of a corrupt mind?
at what point do we 'loose' our mind?
what are the limitations of our mind?
What Is A Beautiful mind?
What is an Extraordinary mind?
For all these questions
all the answers I wish I could find
I will always keep searching,
always keep investigating
always keep using my own mind
to define, describe and interpret the mind
kinda like a computer trying to figure out how its own CPU works
kinda like a computer questioning its own internal workings
I don't think its that hard to understand
because everything I am trying to discover is within myself
it is not beyond me
it is Within me
the understanding of myself
lies Within me
The miiiiiind
what is it meant to find?
what is it meant to know ?
what is it meant to learn ?
in this life...what is my mind supposed to know in order to have spent a successful life?
the mind the mind the miiiiind
a description to its needs I am trying to fiiiiiiind
I am trying to see so I don't die bliiiinnnddd
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