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The Human Mind

Eternity; it’s a concept our mind cannot perceive. It begins when a little bird wears down a marble the size of the earth with its little wing 1000 times. People's thoughts; something that not even 100 percent of our brains understand. An endless night, miles of stars, beyond the universe; no matter how far we look, we are not going to gain that ability A perfect world; our simplistic thoughts and ideas will never interpret this idea Before the world said, “chaos is my best friend” it was a Lion in a battlefield, there was an infinite spectrum of possibilities, but now, the thought of that is quite unimaginable. Love life; our intentions are different than our needs. Therefore, we will never understand until we find the right one. Love is a camera, full of memories. Love is an ocean that runs miles wide. Love is a boat floating on the sea and can only be broken if the ship is sinking down. It cannot be sunken until someone throws little stones at it, quite like words. Love is a flute continually played. The beautiful, fluent, flowing sounds of love begin to fade after a while. Thoughts; nobody can explain why they occur. Thoughts are a storm, loud but unexpected. Storms are sometimes expected, but that's only if you predict them. Same with thoughts. Ideas are wings and are always in motion, moving with the wind like clouds. They are in one place at one time but then disoriented in a split second. The way the wind moves shape the clouds into a whole different figure- just the same with people’s actions. Attitudes; yet another thing we cannot understand. Why can some be so happy and some so sad? Some have anger bottled up inside and have a thin sheet of trust while some have blankets made of hope that they sleep with every night. Some are sailing on a sea of uncertainty and use their sea of umbrellas to cast away other people's shade. Some decide to walk the plank and end their lives. Phrases are the worm on a hook that you cast into the river. You can catch a fish, but you can’t get the bait back.

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