like sand, these hours blow away, lost, with no more proof of their existence. i wish my mind would stop contradicting itself in everything; in everything, second-guessing itself. it's not total apathy, for that leaves no room for any passions. where am i? my own overthinking has spun me around until all i can decipher is my inability to stand.
like a broken record, these words fall off my lethargic, unmoving lips, but what have i to back them up? have my time and insufficient efforts proven fruitless after all? it seems as though tending this fire has all but burned away my heat sensors, while my shivering body reasons that it's still there. it warms me sometimes, but could it just be sunlight or summer heat? maybe i just need a different angle, so the smoke won't get in my eyes.
"You perceive my thoughts from afar." i'm sure glad that One of us can.
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