My mind is mostly cluttered with unorganized ideas, thoughts, opinions, and desires. While most of the space inside is filled with primal needs, what occurs to me on a daily basis is the piling up of processed information remains unclassified and unaccomplished conclusion. In the rare instance when an idea is transformed or decided, I feel a strange satisfaction. Closure is never easy, but when did I ever choose the easy way out?
I see this site as a basket of improperly baked thoughts to perform its sole duty of getting them out of my head. Only getting them out I will have space to process the rest.
You should ignore the lack of capitalization in some places.
2025-08-19
I used to revisit our favorite conversations, chasing the feelings I had the first time. Even as they lost their spark, I kept going. Now I question what unhealed part of me allowed that behavior to linger.
2025-08-18
He told me that one day I would be able to see the world in a better way and I would be at peace. I didn’t expect that there could be peace but the world didn’t get any better.
I raged on indestructible things and it did me no good.
Am I one person out of many even when I matter the most?
2025-08-16
Now that I see people though the lens of a inquirer, as in, “What can I learn about this person’s motives?”, I found interaction not as troublesome nor heavy. It doesn’t mean that I like people any better, I just hate myself for others’ flaws less.