I know it's kind of silly, but…
certain images and ideas are very powerful. They trample into my mind running and clammoring; they pound their war drums, yelling and screaming and generally make a nuisance of themselves until I sort them out and show them that they need to march in rank and file.
It is something that can not be contained inside, though.
Some people journal; this is the way that I capture certain states inside of myself; looking back on what I have written, I can see a very distinct picture of how that time was.
::. hazy light .::
ardent air of night's
affectionate embrace
quietly spoken strain
sunset passes slowly
whirling hilltop heights
gazing into space
watching hazy lights
stars shrouded chase
Heaven gathers rain
wind whispers softly