Mentem in viridi

Thoughts on someone, and somehow trying to replicate such with memories.

Mentem in viridi

Green. That is what I see when I think of you. Usually I picture myself flowing in time, gathering my breath, and closing my eyes, just to prepare myself for what is to come: an image of stars; an aurora of grass; a light of black hair, white skin, and red defined lips. As I enter this paradox that seems so rightful and undeniably realistic, my senses enhance one by one, trying to remember and create a living memory. That is where it all fades, for retention, unfortunately, is limited. They cannot become something I create, but something that An Omnipotent wished for one to have.

Dreams. These destroy borders and allow our actions of the past not only to be relived, but to be distorted. Anamnesis is of day; chimera is of night. This bubble in our physically light-less trance is a gateway for the genesis of anything; however, some of us can’t control them, and in the worse cases, we forget them, such resulting in a frustrating nonproductive dream, other than the richness of sleep and growth (dependently of course). I like to think that I rule such.

You. That person brought me at many walls to crash into while trying to form an ideal, but we humans have something truly unique; we cannot be created because we have a consciousness, permitting choice to be elected, leaving no paradigms because everyone is different. How could we construct something that isn't to be the thing that we wanted to build in the first place? We are to know. I want to know you better, because when I think of you, I see green, and it’s beautiful.