Between Pages

Beating incessantly to rhythms of Foreigner, loving the feelings coming across to my soul. Awesome figures and formulas twirling in mind, sandwiching all thinking between pages of intellect and imagination. Taking everything circumspectly into mirrors of an intensely soothing mind of writing. Solemnly thinking of sorrow and grief, yet writing many other things flowing into the tides of ocean's intellect. Quickly finding sources of imagination's flowing rhythms, never having a problem ever. Situating the morose notes along canyons and caverns as I walk along, thinking and dreaming of the holistic journeys coming into existence. Always running on pent-up energy, never being let down, after time and again, locating, centering and finding purpose in this menial life. Hoping soon to be taken and brought to shores of an opposite horizon. Living in all aspects of imaginary purposes.