Everything feels so real, those lumps of relationships that are formed in the fabric of our lives. Those loops of thoughts that keep us thinking from end to end, they only look like perfectly perceivable logical problems, but they are paradoxes. Only run inside of our brains as a state vector of things, no, they only seem to be a kind of operator upon our basis. Emotions is the usual word.
Emotions appear so real. My confusions, my pain, joy, everything. The time until you are caught with them, the look like they are twisting your view of the world. But all it finally takes is a little diversion, a sudden change to shake it off of you. To make it look like a passing cloud, this is so beautiful. So, i imagine, the difference between different kinds of people is just their thoughts per second and in the direction they are wired to.
I feel so limited today. to express what i wish to. God darn, ashamed of the way the second paragraph is written. I will stop this post here... for now..
[might be continued..]
Emotions appear so real. My confusions, my pain, joy, everything. The time until you are caught with them, the look like they are twisting your view of the world. But all it finally takes is a little diversion, a sudden change to shake it off of you. To make it look like a passing cloud, this is so beautiful. So, i imagine, the difference between different kinds of people is just their thoughts per second and in the direction they are wired to.
I feel so limited today. to express what i wish to. God darn, ashamed of the way the second paragraph is written. I will stop this post here... for now..
[might be continued..]
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