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Actually, I don't know what I want to write.

It's indefinable.

Old seams of sentences are tearing apart. And, I'm not sure, but these parts look like meat loafs.


If you're not able to distinguish between stars in the window and illusion of it created by a computer screen, it's bad. And when music is generating galaxies itself, than you don't know what to think, maybe it's better to not to think at all.

These are separated from it's context not even small thoughts but tiny thoughts. The context was "A Midnight Clear" or what else my mind displayed that time.
But these thoughts haven't got it, so they have no sense. No sense for everyone, nobody. But I'm not everyone or nobody, I am myself, so they make sense to me. As much as laws of physics. Maybe more, sometimes.
And I think it's the only thing that really matters.

You used to be alright
What happened?
Did the cat get your tongue?


I don't know what I want to say, actually.

All that I wanted to say has been created in a language of my thoughts that is impossible to translate into any other.

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