I sat on the sofa - ramming thoughts of wild imaginations on the walls of my brain. Still working on Snippets Of My Versatile Mind elven. Doing my best to construct Snippets Of My Versatile Mind twelve - forcing the flow of my thinking. We all know the drag - when we are pulled by desire without inspiration but looking for satisfaction. Finally, I had a tangible produce of a strained mind on paper. When my wife looked at it - she traced the struggle and pain I went through. I had written about the conversations of my mind. The craziness that captivated me when I saw a bottle of coke. The void sounds of emptiness were so loud in that snippet. Yeah, a premature recording of thoughts. Like a vast land of nothingness - great potential, that was the state of my mind. It was like that bright shinning sun without heat on a cold day in winter. A torturous event of trying to complete a puzzle for the reader to be directed - yeah a sign post. Directing you to greener pastures but never reached there. No. Not me - I have become the reality of a wealthy man's dream. I direct from the end towards the beginning. The juggled up mess of my mind is my strength. I have exposed my cerebral system to things beyond my physical attainment thus I have provided a route for the physical to follow. The greatest transition of all, from rags to riches. Oh how rewarding it is to think big.
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