When I start,
It takes over
And I won't stop.
Distractions arise but fading like my youth.
An ancient and unceasing system of connotations and intertwined liquid gold
Wrapped in its endless possibilities,
Willingly trapped in your mind.
I find it relaxing and somewhat perfect.
Seriousness.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
When I start,
It takes over
And I won't stop.
Distractions arise but fading like my youth.
An ancient and unceasing system of connotations and intertwined liquid gold
Wrapped in its endless possibilities,
Willingly trapped in your mind.
I find it relaxing and somewhat perfect.
Seriousness.
Sometimes how I feel when I've got Single-pointed focus.
Is it the same for you?
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