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[mawkie]

i am overwhelmingly incomplete. the emotion is ravaging my mind and spirit. the solution is simple, yet illusive. peace, love, companionship. the most intricate of emotions. it’s like breathing into a plastic bag, recycling exhausted air. longing for the moment, leaping at every chance for a breathe of fresh life. finding nothing but disappointment. i am roaming the far and wide of my imagination. ballooning across the corpus callosum. emptiness: a world uninspired. a chance, holding the key to everything: sitting, waiting, wishing. i find little purpose. my only motivation is this wondrous hope of a radiant future. my only purpose. the musings of today hold no value. i find social interaction unfulfilling, unproductive, wasteful. i have identified a course, but the boundaries are soft. my path is inefficient. i am my only inhibition. apathy is my foe, prosperity my destination.

i’m really not a manic depressive, i just felt like writing. but basically i’m lonely and i overcome it by focusing on what lies ahead. a popsicle and bedtime makes it all okay. nitenite.

sidenote: why does the science of mathematics never advance?

next stop: serenity