I'm tongue-tied and twisted just an earth bound misfit. Half of what I say is meaningless; the other half means even less. See you on the dark side of the moon. Bring vinyls and cheap cigarettes.
To see a world in a grain of sand And heaven in a wild flower Hold infinitely in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour —William Blake (1757–1827)*.
At first we spoke of maths, Then we leaped in to ideas of consciousness and the language of the universe.
Engulfed in a meticulous nature. Unblemished by man. Afar from the City's eye,. For it is a sham. Where Time is not valued. And not what you'll miss;. Feel the rhythm of the wind.
To spew out everything that was in my heart and soul— My mind I then reflected on all the other writers Who had gone before me It was going to be a pointless day.