WHEN MEMORIES BECOME LOST

 OKAY, bear with me while I figure the world of technology out. I'm not of that realm.
I'm beyond 8 track tapes but just barely. But I do have to say as a blogger this IPAD be the bomb.
I think I'm in love with my IPAD which means I have to name it. I will wait for it to speak to me.

 What makes a mind great? Does it come from desire or is it a matter of DNA ? Or as I believe
All things come pre-destined. I believe that there are no accidents. Every single micro association
Of your everyday life is in pre-determined design . We look at the world watching for clues, signs, verbal cues. But do we look past the apparent? Of course, many of us do, and that's when things become YELLOW. Sometimes hazy because you can't believe what your eyes are seeing. The awake dream state. Happens a lot when death comes around.

 I've lived most of my life in a knee jerk state of fight or flight. And working at an asylum perpetuates that state of mind. Never speaking , progressing at breakneck speed to process the meat presented before you, to communicate with those who speak no language. Those who hear only the sounds of different levels of humming. Then silence comes once you've done your time, and as for me and my mate its complete silence. From screaming buzzers and belts and people to complete silence, and yes it is golden, a nice form of yellow.