RNDM THOUGHTS!
When you want to throw your thoughts in the trash, you just do it! See below for example.
If my heart was wrenched in my chest I'd find a way to spit it up and marvel at how little it looks like charcoal. I'd skip coal across the frozen lakes above us to the north and remember that elevation doesn't mean shit when you take in the grand revolving sky above us on an axis that hadn't been noticed to us for 800 years. All those stars and no lights upon the brilliant volatile rocks that surround them. Thermal readings always pick up stars where they're not. Just as fish get plucked by spear where you missed because of the deceptive surface of water and shine of the big flashlight in the sky.
Spelling out the word labyrinth would be easy if I hadn't gotten lost in the puzzle with no meaning other than there was an H or an I before I had my dad take the last step and finish my rubic's cube before the disaster of me rearranging the stickers on it so no one would bother with the easy enigma unsolvable. I have yet to master that sticker changer, for the life of me couldn't get the colours right.
I often wonder about a moment in my life where I was reading a book about meth and a year ago I looked like the people in the textbook.
Without emotion and with perfect clarity I've just remembered and am as always comprehending how that's the right mood for me. To remove myself completely for any given situation. Solemn. Like I had a reason for my vision to blur as if I'm looking through tears that refract the light back into my own eyes because there forming front row and center to the pupils black hole causing my eyesight to be jaded interpretations of where each person and book is.
The only thing that startled me was being in ill effect during depression and clear minded enough to know no further sufferings for I had reached my own enlightenment, solitude amongst crowds and solemn emotion to still my so ever quiet heart.
Now I'll drain this out with my fixation being how many words can I type out in one night to see how easy it really would be to generate content chewed up by my mind as I garbled it out through my fingertips on the keypad with numerous buttons I'll never fully use.
Time to get away from the easy to please colour coded standard notation cheat sheets that jump from composition to composition for a scale that wen up one key and down another. The thump of a energized stimulant playing back to me a blues pentatonic scale has me thinking too much of myself.
I found a chord on guitar that I thought David played. It certainly was one most don't use and I've never known any to use this one chord. It's the only one to fit a progression for a always somber rhythm, and now. Now I don't even know how to tune my guitar.
No standards to writing when I want to fall to pieces and pick up each fragment so the glass doesn't get stuck to the heel of my foot. Jarring my skeletal frame and from then on, hurting my left foot as I walked. I'll need a cane just to be able.
I'd say weeping is better than saying goodbye, one you do with a smile.