it has been such a long time thinking about the being that i am is; and some 'it' inside me continues to favour them, harnessing every loose end it associates with. those very thoughts -- cultivating every seed into my belief, thus harvesting a person in me. with every thought i become something else. this happens continuously until i am bored with all these thoughts. that's when i thought, again, to write again and start posting here.
let me think with my thoughts intact, and then i will write.
forget it. i have already forgotten
forget it. i have already forgotten
