The awareness of life is a fleeting thought
One that comes as a clarity in silence
And hides behind the blur of mind noise immediately on the realization that i am life
The noise continues and imagination takes control and the locus of life moves into memory and the i becomes me
My memory takes control and i lose out into a series of wants until the wants ...now un fulfilled ... The thoughts tired ...and the memory of hurt ...sets in to take the mind noise go into a grinding halt and back to silence
This time it is the silence of the mind due to tired ness and not one of realization ...
