The world of ''Saying nothing at all''

by brookeshaden

The real Capital

i'm not sure what this is supposed to be.. if it is supposed to be anything than it's supposed to be ''supposed free''.. straight from under the universmiths hammer.. not cooled by censor or hesitation.. not waiting for the ''stiff'' to get etched into the next journey and to trip over it.. so, the universe behind some pair of eyes might forgive me for not hitting the shift key simultaneously with a letter.. i'm supposing the ''capital'' is not in that.. people write messages to the known, mine are for the unknown.. and further still, mine just are.. ..

The Unfolding of Folds..

Did the thing we call ''universe'' stop in its tracks to consider someone will be watching him (her, it..) perform its unfolding.. If I am anything like it (him, her..) I would be too busy unfolding to ever stop and tremble at the possibility that what I unfold into will one day look at me and judge my folds..