All of your pretty words don't do a good enough job at hiding the ugly truth. They are lacking depth.
But I just want to find some sort of understanding here. Anything that will last longer than the skips and flashes in our heads.
A feeling. Why won't it wash over? Gah, why isn't there escape, or at least pause, from all these pre-programed imaginations?
I want to create something new that isn't created merely because of routine. I want to inhabit a moment free.
Is there time?
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