the blank theory
i'm in a state of pure blankness. i can't properly sleep. i can't properly stay awake. i can't talk. i can't stay silent. it's just as if i was lost in a endless white emptiness, pure white, with no trace of any other colour to guide me. i may need a hand. but, oh, sad irony, i'm always left alone when i lose myself. or maybe the irony is that i am the one running away from everything and everywhere, and i can't figure that out. anyway, i don't think it really matters.
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I think I know the feeling... even in need I run away from people and from ritual spaces. After a while, I understand:it doesn't matter. I'll always see the same faces and I'll go always to the same places. That knowledge makes me feel even more empty - we're suppose to be in continuous change.
Now my to-soften-exit:In the long-term thoughts will be different. I hope :)
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