When did I stop thinking? I don't mean, having one, two, three or four thoughts in a row. I mean, going inside our deviant mind, going in so deep that you loose track of where you began, where you've been and when there's an end to it, because the phone rang or it just happened that you looked accidentally at the time, you have to breathe in deeply to come back to the "living".
When was the last time you went inside your mind and watch it unveil and reveal the immense world it sustains?
Maybe we even do it often, but why do we come back empty handed? There's so much to collect and bring to life, or maybe some of the thoughts could actually be thrown away...
It requires some effort to dig in and pay attention.
I want to pay attention...
Well, breathe in, breathe out and get lost...
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