the voices never seem to quieten. footsteps never fade. memories are never washed out. yet oblivion exists. with good practice and control switching off emotionally is possible. laughter sounds piercing. sobbing sounds comfortably familiar. yet have not shed a single drop of tear. why write something that is accessible to all?yet the drive within ensures that the act of writing is realized.
guess am a boiling pot of contradictions. yet hope that the contradictions aren't in the extremes. don't want to be consumed by them. trying to make sense of what i have written, but funnily i don't understand it myself. wonder where all this came from. going through the out of body experience. eerie yet addictive...
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