Manifesto of Intent

I'm exhausted by the sheer velocity and intensity by which these shades of emotions wash over my dull senses. My mind fights to regain balance as the floodgate of unsaid words crumble before the sublime and delightfully desirous feelings dancing across the spectrum of possibilities that wet my scorched conscience. To love and to hate is a sweet manifestation of the duality of what is human. And whatever I was, I am and could be.. I am but that - human. A simple and effortless realization of vulnerability and humility before that which is beyond the reach of my ambitious intellect. Those moments of overpowering stillness that where once mine and might be again. To want to possess time itself, as the content of those moments are unnaturally cruel to me, and control my instincts and actions like a vindictive temptress enslaving a feeble, lustful mind. So I choose to attempt to translate those fiercely potent emotions and the soft shapes they mold from the sands and waters forming my rich, sensory plains in to words that should be said and could be read. To try to capture their elusiveness from the dark shadows like a forlorn hunter admiring its agile prey. But make no mistake.. as I'm writing, or in the thoughts that precede, I am never sure of which is it that is masterfully reigning my mind.. the observer or the observed.. the thinker or the painter..I hereby lay down my crown and scepter, and bow down, admitting defeat and in devotion, to my humanity.