Playing with words, is painfully entertaining. It becomes an addiction for the stifled and bored. It becomes a drug from the under enthused. To recreate something as boring as ink and paper, and bringing words to life. I play with words in my free time. It's Saturday morning, the sun is out, I will climb out of bed soon but for now I am reading Henry D. Thoreau and wandering what kind of life he led while all alone with his pen and paper out at Walden Pond. Solitude? Years? How? For now I will just read and write but in minutes or so I will climb out of bed and join everyone else. It's a beautiful day to play I can't imagine a life of complete desolation. How did he do it ?
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Reformation, being a deformation of your current and dull declaration.
It’s a re-creation of individual validation, in what we call a free born nation.
In all its glory it’s the instigation for potential vibrant education, and newly found origination.
No more stirring around in mental stagnation, only the need for innovative imagination
For re-creation without hesitation is needed in the mind that's withering away due to creative starvation
No matter the situation, it’s a cause for celebration
Because
For once, for now, you have ailed the mind's mental desperation.
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