"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Friday, May 07, 2004

my imagination manifests reality...

my imagination manifests reality... that is the case... whatever is happening to my world, embeds itself on my subconscious... however... my reality is far smaller than fiction... how i want it to be is not always the outcome... but how i wish... that my imagination can be manifested in reality... not having to measure thoughts but just let them pour out, and in the end... my desire becomes my reality. the power of thought, fueled by imagination, rendered by desire... how wonderful my world could be...