Walking to the next room, my mind, without warning, goes blank: I see nothing, feel nothing, sense nothing.
All that's there in my mind vanishes, leaving behind a disquieting whiteness.
A question surfaces; Who am I?
A minuscule later, reality sets in, all is normal again.
But the question still lingers.
Who am I, indeed.
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Pretty Thoughts, Pretty People
RandomBeing an overthinker, an endless barrage of random thoughts are just my thing. So, through 'Pretty thoughts, Pretty People' I'd like to share a couple of my thoughts on, well, absurdly random topics ranging from everyday life to the more intricate o...
