"So, what can we conclude from this statement?" "what is 2 plus 3?" "what does K mean?"
my voice sails off on a tangent ship, before my mouth can even open.
it graces the many revelations and phenomenas, never stopping.
tuned out, i am.
broadly exploring the seas of the limited.
the world is happening around me.
there is no room for echoes in my mind.
the moon no longer exists, where i am.
this tainted and beautiful room of knowledge is an idea i am floating in.
a question
recieves
no
answer.
I am not scared nor ignorant.
the remedy for this psychological disease is possibly impossible to discover.
this is my life as a solemn seat warmer.
another head to count.
the life of a chronic reverie.