The cartography of my mind is yet to be explored,
I have traversed many plains that were jut ideal
of verses but not journeyed upon.
Trajectories of northern eclipse were where I discovered
the white sheets of new reflections, Never trodden
upon till I versed over the crisp placidity.
I wandered onwards after leaving footsteps of words
that would either be evoked in memory or
be just negated and never walked on again..
Gerontogeous locations were where I found my dreams,
lucid apparitions of what had concluded thought my days.
vivid but untruths, just figments of minds restful whispers.
I awoke refreshed that moment entwined in thought of
what that tumble-drier of imagination meant.
but it faded in moments like a bubble popping in the breeze.
Portside is where I sailed upon the breeze of morality,
I was used to this place, intentions, ethics that manners, and
curtsey defined me, right and wrong a definition of character.
Upon my travelling I was meet up with recollections that
were of my meeting of others on my journey of life.
For every action has a reaction and defines you the most.
The opposite sister of the dreams, where I delved to travel
upon memory of all that was. Now seen recorded in HD
[High Definition] sounds and smells were explored upon.
Memories ignited by aromas, reliving that precious time
now faded but remembered, in sight and sound even
though no longer there. I smile at this as I walk on.
*"My mind is a projection of many different sides I have travelled
within many times,*
"Each time discovering something new about myself.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
The cartography of my mind is yet to be explored,
I have traversed many plains that were jut ideal
of verses but not journeyed upon.
Trajectories of northern eclipse were where I discovered
the white sheets of new reflections, Never trodden
upon till I versed over the crisp placidity.
I wandered onwards after leaving footsteps of words
that would either be evoked in memory or
be just negated and never walked on again..
Gerontogeous locations were where I found my dreams,
lucid apparitions of what had concluded thought my days.
vivid but untruths, just figments of minds restful whispers.
I awoke refreshed that moment entwined in thought of
what that tumble-drier of imagination meant.
but it faded in moments like a bubble popping in the breeze.
Portside is where I sailed upon the breeze of morality,
I was used to this place, intentions, ethics that manners, and
curtsey defined me, right and wrong a definition of character.
Upon my travelling I was meet up with recollections that
were of my meeting of others on my journey of life.
For every action has a reaction and defines you the most.
The opposite sister of the dreams, where I delved to travel
upon memory of all that was. Now seen recorded in HD
[High Definition] sounds and smells were explored upon.
Memories ignited by aromas, reliving that precious time
now faded but remembered, in sight and sound even
though no longer there. I smile at this as I walk on.
*"My mind is a projection of many different sides I have travelled
within many times,*
"Each time discovering something new about myself.
