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The Mists of Being
Walking to the station lost in thoughts.
A useless collection of ideas and emotions swirl around me,
and I gradually tune out even those.
Leaving a vague existence between aware and asleep.
Time and life drift by and it’s a comfortable place.
Easy
Lazy
Safe
Too Easy.
Arriving at a destination without knowing anything of the time in-between.
That time. Gone.
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Tuesday 22nd February 2022 8:06 am
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