Cursive Emboldened Thoughts

The world is changing at such an alarming rate, I fear that one day I shall wake up and look out my window to find that the world which I love --the world of my childhood-- will have

vanished.

and in it's stead will lay
a far colder and evidently more harsh world that
no longer steals my breath with
its intricate and simplistic beauty
((bathed in its delicate details.))

it is evident, and it is terrifying.

...and so,
perhaps the only thing left for me to do
[in the mild, saddened acceptance of a warrior, the morning before battle]
is to breathe in the beauty
and bathe in peaceful and innocent thoughts
in the sunlight of my youth,
and to appreciate and capture this world
and its delicate moments in the depths of my mind
((encapsulated as they are in wonder))
to pass on as I may, to those I love
and to those on whom my future is built.


[[Words have become my art of late, twisting and twirling across the pages, rising and falling in girth and boldness, cursive and lettering, twisting through the page as though they were my thoughts twisting through my mind. Each word after another in an endless chase, relentless until the definitive period marks the end, time cutting my thoughts short. They take no strict form, laws of English tossed aside as I attempt to mount the language barrier that restricts my shadowy thoughts from taking form. In this manner I have found shelter for my thoughts, page after page in my beaten, well loved, twenty- seven cent notebook. Though this excerpt is rather cheapened without the boldness of ink, here lies, now published, the quiet thoughts of my mind of late.]]