Writing and Dreaming and Reading...

These words of random build are aspirations of art and abstract feelings. They are of cut and paste assembly and they mean anything; according to whimsy, according to wish. From a generation of song poetry, inspired by curiousity, frustration and innate boredom, not cut out for drawing, acting, drawing or music creation but full of pure emotions, like a supercharged thunderstorm but with no way to let loose with finesse, these lines are my creation built with bloc to bloc language, which is only one, the one I know best but ridden with repitition (for my vocabulary is hardly an ocean) and yet infused with foolish expectations: To inform and steer wisdom while growing wisdom of my own. To inspire, to make wonders, to change a way of thinking, to create a way of life. To knock down a brick wall in the mind and show there's more of it outside. In the end it could be merely to feed a hunger to leave an imprint in the world; a token; a mark of existance; maybe be important to someone.