Lacking

There is a sense of thought that makes it all weird when you are told to do something but yet just stare blankly at the instructions. That is exactly me with most writing assignments. Oddly enough if I am given a decent amount of time and just the ability to write freely I do just fine. Just writing freely allows me to express the twisting words within my mind.

Simple trains of thought turn to circuses. All roads lead to a stop and yet a second glance they chance to a series of further turns and options. Why is it that a time of free thought and writing or typing turns to such a hard concept for people. Becoming a complex math equation for some and others this simple idea of a story flowing in seconds. Where is it that we fall at? Where is it that you fall at?

I simply fall into the complexity of it all. As seen the words twirl and twist without a thought to the possibility of an end. The location it will turn to and stop at, if stop at all. Structure becomes lost as ideas fall in. Philosophy comes into light. The ability to later comprehend all that random thoughts is an amazing feat in itself.

Just looking back at the words and or pictures to see a vivid depiction of the depicted before you can be seen in just as many way. None leading to the original or all to it instantly. Thus why they say it all comes to a thousand ends and yet one beginning. The flow of words twists nonstop weaving the imagery in our minds of the said, stated, and shown. Odd is it not? This is all the given information of a mind in pure boredom typing its entire train set in a given amount of time. The time just watched as the hands adjust abroad. Keys clicking at the passing of the fingers.

What is it your bored mind comes up with? What is it you think of when you shut yourself off to outer ideas, concepts, and influences?