I read most words carefully
most things I write I try to word in a way that sounds good to me
which isn't always easy
the pressure is great
sometimes
I find the chances here and there to let true emotion flow
from pen to paper, key to screen
and words get lost in the writing
the pressure is great
simple really, perfection
perfection like most things
is a point of opinion
but that, of only one

great.


So move away and forget it all
nothing around to remind but passions left on dusty trails


I read these words so carefully...
"Like all art...you have to look back to see just how far along you've come and see just how much you have grown."

time and time again
trying to read from other angles
and time and time again I end up with the some conclusion
it's that of a question really.
How far along do you need to go before you are able to look back and see how far you've come?
this is a troubling question, many connections and directions engrained
where to go with this....it seems to me like this is good fuel to any frustrated students fire
adage: aim for the moon and you may get lost in space, reach for the stars and you will at least end up on the moon.

by this account it would seem to mean that if you strive for to much greatness you will lose sight of where you came from...


...


A flawless thought process would be a dream.