Thoughts, moving akin to a swift stream, cascading along the rough rocky bed upon the mountain. Never careing if the darkness has evolved, or the light is aglow. Cold, Warm, Boiling , or Bubbly. It matters not ..... for it is moving, ever moving, never stopping long enough to take form.
This is my blog. Formless, Shapeless, Shallow or Deep. Droplets splashing out and back in. Sometimes, drying just outside the flow. Stagnant? I say nay, for it is ever moving, newly developing in the process of thought
