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my mind reels from being pushed through the cycles of it's own perculiar internal logic

it's shocking to see the eerie normalcy outside.
the sun is shining, overexposed to my eyes. cars are going by. birds are singing.

was i just unconscious? no. just daydreaming.

i think i should've stayed an artist. but i feel good now.


it's funny ... i've come full circle.

it's so so much easier to stay on autopilot and denial rather than confront one's lonliness and alienation. i think there's been one major event, after which everything else has been a form of coping. is it better to just go numb? no, i dont think so.

that's my prevailing theory at least.