Did you really think it could be any different?
The fantasies and conjectures, the endless stream of thoughts about the one thing you knew you were destined for.
Those grandiose dreams left you awash in what you imagined would be your limpid baptismal pool; they were, however, nothing but mud covering the depths of your insecurity and temporality.
How absurd it is, you think. It is both grand and debased at the same time. Personal and impersonal. Important and utterly insignificant.
The blood pools beneath your head as the lights grow dim and then bright again.
It really is too bizarre; time for another go at it.
The fantasies and conjectures, the endless stream of thoughts about the one thing you knew you were destined for.
Those grandiose dreams left you awash in what you imagined would be your limpid baptismal pool; they were, however, nothing but mud covering the depths of your insecurity and temporality.
How absurd it is, you think. It is both grand and debased at the same time. Personal and impersonal. Important and utterly insignificant.
The blood pools beneath your head as the lights grow dim and then bright again.
It really is too bizarre; time for another go at it.
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