Spaceout

So what was I about to write? Heartaches? Simple joys? Remind me again because I think I have forgotten.

I was contemplating whether or not I should open my laptop to write the thoughts suddenly pouring out of my brain. Once I was able to do so, however, somehow my mind decided to shut the fuck up — a circumstance I’ve been dying to have probably every night.

I’m writing anyway, just in case I have more thoughts to vomit, or heartaches to pour, or little things to celebrate.

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I was always afraid that when things are continuously going well, just like the golden ages of a civilization, there will come a point where it’ll crash. And it will continue to do so.

I think I can see a pattern in the making.

Seventh month’s chaos.

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