Still air, in my convoluted state glare
Failing, the absorption of essentials
Sailing, the convorted wave's one rip tide

I tend to get stuck inside,
I tend to feel all's fine

Wind chill, bites beneath like that stark pill
Traveling, no where but in my own mind
Gravelling, is when stagnation stations

I tend to get stuck inside,
I tend to feel all's fine

Before agriculture, and all modern things we use, how often did people sit around and make culture? Foods, recipes at that, dance, music, ideas.

I only have something to write when everything in the world does not seem to be falling in place..
I only write when my thoughts are coming, and they aren't.

I feel that I am at peace with the world at the moment, so BLANK

Negativity seems to spark creativity... so if your mind is at ease, don't feel like you aren't creative. You have created peace.

There is interest in this love evolution idea, although, is love something that could do this? Where did love begin at, it would seem funny to say at the microbial level. An emotion, our emotions. Love is one of them, as well as anger, excitement, jealousy, even being tired. These emotions are all very unique, considering love can make you excited, jealous, tired, and angry.

Love is evolving us! Or are we evolving from love... either way, maybe this is known to most people. But I felt as if I had an epiphany of this comment that here I pose.

Oh yes, the synchronicities have done nothing but enhanced, and my dreams more alluded into my day.
Thoughts of a bookshelf,
had been in my dream
just as this love,
and to me what it seems.