(I am placing this here for now. Will be moved if it winds up turning in to something or someone. Feel free to show me your interpretation of this, through pictures or words it really doesn't matter how.)








It's something you seldom directly see.
You can't discern a form.
From the corner of your eye, you might make out her true appearance.
Or you may see a nameless running past or away.


What you see, you see for a brief moment, then it's gone
Like a fleeting idea
An inspired dreamthing
a simple drawing that speaks
but doesn't truly inspire.


Inspiration.
People tell me it's a powerful thing.
I don't really feel that way.
It is a creation of the mind to birth things,
then in the blink of an eye they can be destroyed or discarded.
I carry the personalities
the wailing souls of the ones I destroyed with all intention of creating
personalities, lives, loves, all gone in the blink of an eye and click of the mouse.
Gone, but never forgotten.

I feel as if they need a home, all the discarded ideas, all the ones that are fleeting.
Fleeting, gone in the blink of an eye.
No true form.
Turning in to nameless running away
never caught
like a dreamthing.
I chase them,
fleeting,
I can never catch up
to those dreamthings.
Those dreamthings......