we write so often but don't read the journeys of others closely. what comes of this then, words lost to a void...
this art; feel
what kind of people, what community, to strive for? they may never even be there to embrace each other in the same room. I may never feel their touch, so why create this community? sometimes, you don't know what you're looking for. maybe you want this peace and anonymity rather than enduring the barks and calls of the world; you're sensitive, after all.
it all comes down to the goals, the feelings you want to embody. a peaceful life could follow from working in an existing realm. only start something meaningful - better than creating a monster or a distraction. maybe games are the delicate, picturesque creation that can truly tell something meaningful about the world around you. a quiet story. the story that remains in on hearts as we live out our lives. there must he something beautiful there. text. speech. gathering experiences, words from the world. living a life of words. I think that is a cute world to create. from text. something artistically small that you can fit in a locket and carry with you around your neck.
something about reading and art. a tiny art project. cute like that.
a cute, tiny art project
gather words from the web. tell a short, quiet story of someone's. engage by having the ...
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I finally figured out what the hell this is! It's a unifying experiment, trying to bring my unconscious and conscious together - with every word, every outlandish merging of scraps from the corners and depths of a mind, letting each thotdrop rise to the surface take whatever sculpted form it takes - whatever word it feels most nearly encloses its identity.
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