11/18/2018
So as I sit thinking, life would be even more useful if things were less thought threw to the mc Spuare. However I can’t understand why things could be, simple mistakenly over thought. It’s a bit magical and lost in a small tragic trance of. “What if’s” thinking of how silently handmaidens lived. Watching typing away I mean in general I really think I don’t. Type enough maybe I am just being, over productive. However I want to understanding so much and have so much time. What do I write about, just write, right? Like a crevice and nothing but punctuations, nouns, verbs, person, place, or thing. Can fill it, so open up and let the words pour. Yet. Nothing. But why?
Well
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You have stopped speaking you speak less than you use to. Although things may seem unrealistic and or small. But your brain makes it huge. So words and them don’t, even begin to capture it. My mind finds itself lost yet find making singularity. One. But genially I forget what life holds. Unless it becomes something goal oriented. Like that track race you could never rightly meet. You try and find out why, and keep running. But then as the anxiety calms. Your mind slows you think perfectly, and the mind thinks slowly. But when your so rational thinking, of the impossible and then rationally impossibles. Into small micromanaging bits, you see it all means, water 💧 rushing down a waterfall. Rushing towards a shallow end, until the water settles. Until the big rush slows and then you see shallow falls. The rushing high pitched tone, whistling threw the trees. Right before the pitch pulling your eyes, toward the drop. Leading into the dark depths that rush you straight, with the currant. The whimsically tingles that, rush over the tiny. Hairs on your arms, and back until finally a graceful end. That rings a beautiful rainbow, over the setting sun.
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