There was disorder within the order a calmness unexplained the seasons understood, time blinked with favor the wonder of it all held captive the growth of something new reminding us of change the solid cornerstones remain benchmarks of what yet becomes real
Waves of words press against change, pushing relentlessly uphill, gaining two steps behind forward. Like clouds boiling out, releasing fingers of long rain. Tension is a moment of unwanted paradise. Voices rise within a stream of indifference; there are no two sides, only one is always right. A walk of thoughts becomes a river, a … More OPEN DISORDER
Roger Singer 