Paper Thin This meandering thought pilfers, that a zone I seek but not confer with my mind and body; but my crisp soul. I always shoot an arrow, in a shallow water hole. Fishing for some semblence of thought, only to retract. For what I seek is fantasy, but what I know is intact. Maybe a crumb of me forms the bait I put in. If all goes well, the fish I will find, within this lukewarm din. It will be my own valentine that day for what we seek as love is a shadow, paper thin. Let's talk about love and how it changes forms. I have been intrigued by this celebration and the proper follow through we mediatationally put ourselves into, to seek nothing but damage from the forlorn primitive points of thought in our brain. Its arguably a practice known to young, as the old know very well what they seek and how they conquer. Its just a paper thin image of our own desires that we call love. So go ahead ! Celebrate its presence or lack there of as to me its a mere shadow of be
