A Prolific Thinker

My way with words can be twisted, inspired by recurring thoughts and sparked by co-occurring epiphanies, making the process of writing anything hard to do when quick thoughts become redundant. 

I’m lost within my creations, clambering around thoughts that arise at the same tempo as words put together in a similar sequence to lyrics, relatable but also twisted and unique. 

Listen to the theme of a desperate plot and undulating story before my aversion to words gets in the way of my imagination, my creativity causing little emotion besides frustration. 

Take the simplicity of a new thought and run it through a wise old mind to get the complexities of the mind to forget the new thought is simple.

Don’t forget the difference between an idiot and a prolific thinker is the same difference as practicing for perfection and learning for the sake of knowledge. For the thinker there is forbidden knowledge that takes courage to pursue and there is a trivial pursuit of forgotten knowledge. For the idiot can’t possibly attain knowledge without the input from others and input from others dilutes what they’ve learned. Neither the thinker nor the idiot embody knowledge because their thoughts are both fleeting and forgotten, which experience and education does not allow, things you can never have too much.