I remember moments I've had where spats of melancholy have come and gone, nothing as harsh as true sadness, but days, just days, sometimes hours where it's hard to go through the motions, and I empathized with the character.
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Rambling Neurons
I watch and I see. I watch every single moment. Not trapped, nor awake, but merely undefined in reason, indiscriminate of either conscious or subconscious thought. Do I partake in either of these thoughts? I do not know. All I know, is that during these moments of intellectual intake, I feel almost pensive, while talking in… Continue reading Rambling Neurons
Milkshake Thoughts 