I write to you today from only a slightly altered state of mind.
My perception of time this week has been no good. I checked the clocks too often I think it was, but time moved so slowly from Monday, on.
Time is very interesting to me, and also very terrifying to me. Thinking about the future is silly and makes me anxious. Does it, you?
Scenarios never set in stone, the notably never negotiated exposition to the act or penniless proceedings that follow. It's too, flimsy.
Looking toward the future is a gamble. You subconsciously assume the best or worst; the realism is never effective immediately.
There are paths we would like to take, paths we don't care to take, and that hardly impacts what we do take. Think about if you could do anything you wanted. What would you do first? Or tomorrow?
Now stop, and return to reality.
Realism wasn't a parameter was it?
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Non-Fictiona collection of thoughts, assessments, dreams, observations, lusts, loves, unthinkables, oddities, morbidity, and dark yet comforting humor and perspective.
