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At the moment I’m surrounded by confusion. I won’t say it’s lonely, but I will say it’s stray and wandering. I won’t say there’s any definable sort of pressure pressing in, but I will say there is an inward force, perceptible.
I find more and more the words we speak become not our reality, but the energy we build up in support of ourselves, which hangs around until the sentence is finished.
Anyone else get this feeling?
I find more and more the words we speak become not our reality, but the energy we build up in support of ourselves, which hangs around until the sentence is finished.
Anyone else get this feeling?