There are only a few things that my mind actually tries to grasp and retain just to weave it into a web of disdainful logics and turn it into fancy words. I swear, I've tried to let go off this habit but it sticks just like cheap laughs stick to drunk public in a sleazy bar.
But what should I even do?
There's nothing that can make this right.
And there's surely nothing that can prevent me to write.
So I decide to go with it everytime a thought in some corner of this world starts bugging me. I pick it up, ink the shit out of it and scribble its guts out. And damn, it feels good. Just to overpower a random thought and feel superior over it. Dominance is real and humans have a thing for it. Even if it's as abstract as this useless thought.
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