So without further preamble, I give you this special post. What writing means to you: A collaboration.
But I'll wake up, won't I? Or perhaps I already am awake? Living the life of a dream I can't remember.
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