Life for the dead. Salsa for the confusing thoughts. Lucidity for the wanderer. Pen for Farrah.

[mythematiclife]

Why is life like this? It is not bad, just strange. Intangible. Or is that the thing I love about life most? Dreamlike states and Reality. What is it all. People come...to celebrate my life. They laugh - loudly, they talk - loudly. They look at the floor...compliment it "ooh...how nice. I love that!" But I just don't know. Everything

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[geckodru]

I am amazed again and again.

[mythematiclife]

I at first did wonder how exactly one whom I have never met, and never had the opportunity to converse with could be amazed. Then I realized I do it all the time...with movies and books and things other people say and do. I would say "thank you" but that is said too much and not enough. I am glad you have acknowledged my existence. I enjoy random strangers...unless we have met, which I doubt...hello. I'm rambling, not a change though.

[geckodru]

Thank you. You should not worry about rambling. When done with luster and zeal, rambling is a source of unadulterated brilliance. The best ideas flow from stream of consciousness and random realizations that aren't stifled by self criticism.

Allow the river to flow unhindered into the sea.