Morbid:
Unclean thoughts pass quickly and but casually. They're noted and never seen again, banished to a blissful home in the back of the mind, never to be tampered with until sleep deprivation or substance abuse awaken them. Hibernation.
Sonder:
I may know your face but your story, not. For my point of view is first person, as is yours. My passing on a rainy day in a cab is disregarded for the entirety of your existence.
Alone.
Naive:
Change and confidence stir at this age of curiosity. Defiance and rebellion and passion all the same. You are aloof. Immature and unprepared in an unpredictable world of adolescents no more.
Will.
Euphoria:
The satisfaction of your own breath in context, controlled by the short circuit circus between your ears. You understand me? You understand me! Not only am I breathless, but breathing in the air that separates us two, frozen in time with awe.
It is truly grand.
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Kurgu Olmayana collection of thoughts, assessments, dreams, observations, lusts, loves, unthinkables, oddities, morbidity, and dark yet comforting humor and perspective.
