A thousand thoughts passed through his head, and yet his mind was still blank.
He could paint a million pictures to cover it up, but none of them would make sense.
He could find a billion explanations for each painting, but no one would understand them except him.
And yet, he didn't understand them at all.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
