i once considered this as a resting place for my thoughts, somewhere for them to live freely and develop into ideas and structure themselves into a reality of some sort. but more and more, it became a graveyard. it had grown to be a place for my dead works to be remembered, not even known.
but now i choose to acquiesce with the part of my soul which longs for a world to serve as a new fountain. a place where thoughts must not meet certain criterion or pass judgement of worthiness, they simply need exist and they are granted entrance.
however, that does not give them leave to be bleak and barren of elegance. i'll do my best to polish them and confuse whatever readers choose to partake of them.
Exactly! but i hate you
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