Hm.
Where am I?
Who am I?
What is this?
I don't sleep. I don't really think either. I'm just sorta, there.
I'm sorta, here. B. I don't really know what to think of it. But I do. Therefore I must think. I hope I'm not not letting myself. Maybe there is too much not to worry about, and it's all so new. Or maybe it's just that its new. But what is new? Why couldn't it be new before? The circles keep us company without our knowledge.
And white walls made me feel like a white wall.
And although I return, I am still quite a...wall. Maybe not white. But something that stares back at the glare towards. And maybe not a glare. But a pleasant sigh as the seamstress ties, measures, and drops the string, and comes out with the answer of "I think so." Considering that's what she comes out with. Or decides too. Thought? Possibly.
Who am I?
What is this?
I don't sleep. I don't really think either. I'm just sorta, there.
I'm sorta, here. B. I don't really know what to think of it. But I do. Therefore I must think. I hope I'm not not letting myself. Maybe there is too much not to worry about, and it's all so new. Or maybe it's just that its new. But what is new? Why couldn't it be new before? The circles keep us company without our knowledge.
And white walls made me feel like a white wall.
And although I return, I am still quite a...wall. Maybe not white. But something that stares back at the glare towards. And maybe not a glare. But a pleasant sigh as the seamstress ties, measures, and drops the string, and comes out with the answer of "I think so." Considering that's what she comes out with. Or decides too. Thought? Possibly.