A picture captures a moment, a moment captures an emotion, and an emotion captures a thought. This thought is released below*
Listen to your heart and live to the beat, for its rifts can make paths through red oceans.
Feel your blood pump, as it fuels your brain, thus provoking your thoughts to recall the words of a poem written in the purest and most vulnerable state of mind The mindset that lets your emotions surface from their sea bottom structures, because once upon a time you sank and could see bottom structures to hide away feelings in So you did Now your passion is in reeling them in to feel real It feels ironic that you are now breaking those iron bars surrounding the things you once rounded up and surrendered to the depths In fact, you still render them into the abyss so at times you can act, leaving your thoughts in the mist It's beautiful, in its completely illogical sense that somehow after a full cycle you can see it's ingenious Your muse is a renewable resource, and for every poisonous barrel that sinks, there is a little inspirational magic that floats back up and drives you to write tirelessly until your mind is again at peace These words, like blood, are seen in all their power, at the surface This art, like the vanes of a windmill going up and down, shall not die in vain, these arteries and veins run deep and drive me sane Wherefore art thou, Axiomighty I often ponder as I travel yonder But I've grown fonder of the idea that I may never know So long as for when it's complete I have put on a show.