The document describes the experience of having thoughts and ideas swarm inside one's head like falling letters and words. These thoughts feel incomplete and uncertain, like body parts awaiting animation, and could potentially take monstrous form. The writer worries about tumbling down a rocky slope from too much stimulus but finds solace in the idea of falling in love.
The document describes the experience of having thoughts and ideas swarm inside one's head like falling letters and words. These thoughts feel incomplete and uncertain, like body parts awaiting animation, and could potentially take monstrous form. The writer worries about tumbling down a rocky slope from too much stimulus but finds solace in the idea of falling in love.
The document describes the experience of having thoughts and ideas swarm inside one's head like falling letters and words. These thoughts feel incomplete and uncertain, like body parts awaiting animation, and could potentially take monstrous form. The writer worries about tumbling down a rocky slope from too much stimulus but finds solace in the idea of falling in love.
Falling sometimes in a flurry Melting sometimes in thin air So delicate - so dainty Yet when they fall just right So powerful and potent Showing all their might
Syllables and consonants
Drifting up and down Sometimes making sentences Sometimes not a sound Torrents of letters Falling endlessly from up high Punctuation everywhere Filling up the sky
These thoughts of mine are incomplete
Still waiting to be born Fingers, toes and other parts Are starting to take shape Awaiting Dr. Frankenstein to shock them into life But do I really want to know what form that they will take? For I am scared the body parts Some monstrous beast will make
When moments are forever
And time drags on and on The letters swarm inside my head Like leaves blown in a storm And thunder resonates in that dark space And lightning strikes the ground And one can never use those words That sometimes there are found
So stimulus and stimuli
When encountered everyday Must first be weighed and measured Before we stumble and do fall And tumbling down a rocky slope Is not something I will do Cause the only falling that interests me Is falling in love with you