The pen slowly glides along the paper, it completes the secular void of lines. It creates the books inner dreams and inhibitions. It defines the purpose and life of the creator.
My journal: my harness of inner energy and means of self justification. I use it to control my past, present and future; it acts as a portal to my hopes dreams and fantasies.
Even to me I am unclear of whom I am and what I will become, so it’s important to create:
The Blueprint***
Nina Yin Vestergaard
Inspite of my risked flight heres some insight to my intwined mind designed to inspire
Nothing required; building from a comforting nothingness to be blunt ignorance is bliss and just oh so comforting
But no views distorted, as far as I’ve seen or noticed. Visionary mind state I escalate and remain focussed
The persuit of happiness is on track mathmatically; tapping into my potential of a well that fills and distills drastically
Conform to no norms, I’m in no way shape or form a part of a swarm a touch comforting warmth
I like runways of sunrays that come blaze the concrete Im amazed at the phases Ive been through I’m feeling complete
My girl and I build together; nothing ever felt so real, Im feeling the future will help us keep it here n still always will just be together
Nina
In a sense I am lost; feeling childlike in constant exploring of earth and oneself. I am, in a sense found; by my morality with love…and with compassion… I find myself restless in time, for time is complex. The mind cannot comprehend time nor comprehend anything in completeness. The Tao of existence unwordable, incomprehensible…
We are not all knowing beings but the fabric of existence has underlying comfort whether it is productive or not. Even terrible mistakes create great lessons. The child knows love most, your inner child craves it.
Life is complex in a mathematical sense but extremely simple in the aspect of conscious thought.
That being all that we have.
I trust this universe more than I trust myself. I say this in a sense that I do not feel in control, but the rain outside my window… it is bringing life to the earth; as is the…
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