dining on the delight of mind for the night. tasting the fruit of subconscious. falling into that which is always simultaneously honest, and a lie. crashing quickly through the constraints of reality. falling fast onto the net of an auto-piloted mind. compiling arbitrary thoughts with hopes and ‘to do’ lists into visions of ‘might.’ closing lashes like shutters. slowly slipping away from scant remaining light. goodnight.
Tim A. Far.
nom de plume.
Sharpening my pen. One day, I will war with it. Until then...
Aspiring writer; whom believes he has not read and does not currently read, nearly enough to ensure the proper means for the pursuit of his aspiration's end.
Cheers, to exploring a potential inherent ability.
I have been educated...but, I believe it overrated.
The songs, written by our youth, stand testament to this notion in their endurance through time.
Will it be a text book? ...or, a popular song which generations to come will memorize line by line?
Maybe, I'll be just fine. Maybe, I'll do alright.
So, here's to the future.
Cheers to possibility.
...and, we shall drink to that notion all life's night.
[this blog is primarily posted from my phone. please forgive the excess of spelling and grammatical errors. thanks.]
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