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A wandering thought drifted in and out.
Washed over my consciousness like water over an oily pan, never quite sinking in, a thought clean in itself but dirty or just wrong when it touched my soul.
There's a pain there that pushes it away, there's the lingering doubt as to weather or not I can really trust myself to be a genuine human being again.
Rain fell as a result. Thoughts like these wouldn’t be complete with no atmosphere for them to simmer beneath. I wonder which part of me is right. The thought itself is a product of some part of my consciousness, in such a way it could not exist without me. not within me. So do I take it as a sign from my "heart" am I fighting my emotions with logic so as to not flood out logic with emotion?
This battle rages on, not a rage, more like pong, something more subdued. It’s like a fun little game I play with myself to create a sense of drama in a dry relationship.
Dry emotion, a cloudy day, whispers that catch you in a mood.
Bodies tangled, sheets pushed off the end, laying naked under a thick cover of grey.
Drama.
Washed over my consciousness like water over an oily pan, never quite sinking in, a thought clean in itself but dirty or just wrong when it touched my soul.
There's a pain there that pushes it away, there's the lingering doubt as to weather or not I can really trust myself to be a genuine human being again.
Rain fell as a result. Thoughts like these wouldn’t be complete with no atmosphere for them to simmer beneath. I wonder which part of me is right. The thought itself is a product of some part of my consciousness, in such a way it could not exist without me. not within me. So do I take it as a sign from my "heart" am I fighting my emotions with logic so as to not flood out logic with emotion?
This battle rages on, not a rage, more like pong, something more subdued. It’s like a fun little game I play with myself to create a sense of drama in a dry relationship.
Dry emotion, a cloudy day, whispers that catch you in a mood.
Bodies tangled, sheets pushed off the end, laying naked under a thick cover of grey.
Drama.