A world full of ideas…
not all yet nicely structured.
Ideas are energy,
they vibrate and all of them have their unique vibrating feeling.
All pieces of possibilities, someday maybe’s, wishes, high purpose dreams,
other times more materialistic caprices,
often forgetting that everything is decay,
except for that ultimate everprocreating feeling: love.
All kinds of flowing potential creating energies…
all waiting there…
in the keepsake of my soul,
in those two always integrated rooms;
The brain and the heart,
sometimes I can find the corridor that connects those rooms to each other,
other times I just forget their always interconnected to one another.