This place extracts inspiration. The mere look of this blank space is always intimidating. The absurdities of this loop are strikingly disorienting.
These short sentences are a witness of change. Change that cannot be put in actual words. Words that carry further complexities yet provide more proof of an obscured being.
Obscure. I have always liked this word.
It is indeed quite tiresome having a brain that is in constant circular motion trying to piece itself together, with unprecedented dimensions of confusion explored every day.
I urged myself to start using short sentences today. I'm trying to piece together patterns of change. This is more confusing than I thought.
I don't know what else to type, so in the following line I'm going to share a word that I like:
Detoxification.
Well, I thought this might help, but it certainly has not.
