Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.
Sometimes it’s not as easy as just sitting down and knowing what to say. It’s a calculation, a simple math based on past experiences. Waves of sound float through your mind and affect your conscious attitude. Peacefulness infects the weak of soul but then again it’s not the same. So loud, so beautiful so clear. Nonsense in a sense of beautiful rage. Simplicity in calculated words, breaking hearts with the flick of a- well that’s not what I mean to say. Miscalculations ruining the flow of the music in my mind. An itch starts to travel, discomfort set on by the impact of time. It’s rather un-explainable to those of the 4D world. Well those of the simple math. Confusion sets upon us empty lovers like a crow feasting on the dead. The dead. Walking the Earth among us, paranoia escapes causing us to shiver and lose trains of thought. Unfamiliar surroundings, well familiar become unfamiliar and then as simply as it begins it ends. Complications in the 4D realm, the air loses potency. We choke and expire due to the poison of understanding. Gases fill the memory like balloons of small children to heavy to float. A wood sculpture calculated by complex math breaking aspects of reality unknown to mankind
