there's another world inside of me

that you may never see.

There are some things I would never do. I won't share specifically. But someday, you may find yourself in the same position, with similar contemplations, and you will know what I mean.

This is my reaction.

"I was almost perpetually in contemplation of them"

There is a disparity between what they want to talk about and what I want to think about.

squinted eyes

Sunburn feels so good.

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Up, down, racing, catching itself, like the mind before sleep.

But I'm awake now (should be, at least). Do I leap from word to word? I don't know what you wish to hear. Do I give it resonance you may miss? Or will you say, "Slow down, I want to hear it all?"

Applause.

I like this.

catharsis (i like the word; it fits)

The body is amazing.

You can barely walk without noticeable effort. How will you do this?

You feel you can't. But you will. So you can.

My mind races. I write, erase, consider, rephrase, rearrange, and write again.

I love this.

Attitude is indeed contagious.