Perculation

By SummerCoat

It’s a brand new day. I’m waiting for the coffee to perculate. I enjoy perculation. I’m wearing a very interesting hat. It’s Hippy Chick’s. More than one person has commented on it in a positive way. Apparently-it suites me.

I feel…unrestricted. Almost gravity DEFIANT. No limits exist to me. I feel like I could just burst and send bits of myself in every direction. Infinetly, I picture my molecules going on and on… *Boundless*

It’s like the eternally unaswered question: if a tree falls in the forest and there is no one around to hear it-Does it make a sound?

If, to me, there appears to be no limits, walls, or boundaries-will my molecules just …Keep on moving. Faster and faster, through physical reality until some invisible and unknown point is reached and passed and my pieces just…….disappear-

…poof…

out of existence?

 

Crazy. I think that I’ll go on infinetly.

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Copyright 2012 SummerCoat
Published on Sunday, March 25, 2012.     Filed under: "Essay"
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