Contemplative

[shadshood]

Do you ever wonder what thoughts are made of, what exactly constitutes imagination, if all eyes are made up in the same biological structure, how do people perceive things differently. How is talent achieved, what exactly is lust and desire, is there a measure to it. Why do you feel akward in moments of silence. Is there such thing as constant total satisfaction.

Finally what really vexes me the most is, is she thinking about me as much as I'm thinking about her?