Directionless, I wonder, flowing with the rhythm. I feel no pressure to reach anywhere since I have no destination. I dance to the music I alone can hear and carelessly smile as my friend stares at me, bewildered. I am lost once again, and how she wishes she could join me too! I am the beginning, and I am the end.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
