field of clouds

life lives to egress in fragments of human noise compiled to
 allow the soul a voice in this world. To lift the essence of
 being and paint a poetic portrait of the soul, using colorful 
experiences, that have been brushed off the pallet of life to
 canvas the soul. I straighten my frame to expose the whole picture,
 cuz photos can be graphic, especially if they aren’t developed 
properly. See, words are in black and white, but thoughts are
 alive in vibrant colors. Filtered images true to life. Virtually
 defining reality with optic images of humanity. Abstract ideas
 to set definite boundaries to the organized chaos that we call
 existence. And they say not to let life pass you by, live life to the 
fullest. And your past can be more than experiences that are behind 
you. It can be the wisdom that comes to guide you, disguised as
 ink spots organized to provide portraits of visualized verbatim. Communicating the fragmented noise of the human mind.
 Transferring the instinctive desire to express the soul. Whether or not it’s translated as artistic. Just as long as it’s documented
 to be an authentic exposure of the human experience. To accurately portray the character of the human animal. Cuz words can broaden the spectrum of the horizon by adding imagination 
and emotion to the arsenal of visualizations. Making those
 far fetched dreams an up-close reality. So you could ask
 someone who has only dreamt of flying,
”What is it like when you, soar over a field of clouds?”