incapsulating time travel in a synapse of circular morality
Current mood: contemplative
He said time turns round, into itself. It grows exponentially and takes forms from past experiences. Movement is a worm, eating itself. When two worms meet they explode and give way to a mutant baby of life energy, spurting and coughing on the sensation of breathing.
My time traveling days are spent at an oval loop. Not quite carrying itself around but forming new opinions from the past and rewriting the future with the extension of reliving things.
At the expense of lonliness and solitude, I find myself drawn to reasonings that would have struck fear within me before. The things I find myself doing were buried deep and yet the feeling of letting them fly away into the universe seems somewhat daunting and trite. My approach to these comforts only solidifies the grieving ailments of my personality. Time stands still in a moment of fear but passes quickly while in the grip of immortality. Light shines on the things that grow and darkens in what stands still. In the shade they combine and seem to give way to new beginnings. Then I find myself and turn these movements into frames of reference to build dreams upon while sleeping away the time.
Renew and release the negatives of the past and by doing so replace them with better picture frames. I have them all lined up ready to go. I'm just waiting for the transportation.
codenametyler:
It's the fear that pushes us to do great things. I realized this today, with darkness comes a rejuvenating lightness that cultivates a mutant breed of experiences and opportunities. Life and time are somewhat cyclical, more like an oval loop. Our memories and our past shape and guide our present and future. I see life like a puzzle, we all acquire pieces over time. The way those pieces connect affect how other pieces connect. Sometimes we lose pieces and sometimes they return, but they fit in a different way. The puzzle is constantly shifting. The bigger picture might change over time but the tiny pieces that we acquire are imprints on our souls and give us meaning in the every day. Or maybe I think too much.
codenametyler:
I totally forgot that I filmed an experimental documentary that sort of illustrated this. I explored my identity through a non direction self examination. I interviewed ex-girlfriends to get their perspective on who I was without ever asking myself the question. In the end I was convinced that our connections with other another have a direct effect on the types of connections that occur years later. Ideals that someone taught me years ago have in turn been taught to other people, who pass them on to others. It's a ripple effect.