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Sometimes I scratch my skin so loose about whether we would find where happy is hiding if we thought much less about these twisting logics, quieted our overstimulated ambiance by quieting our own processing and essentially not caring so much. I know I would, would find it somewhere, but it's funny how that doesn't make me wish I thought less in time, I wonder what is brewing in me that so craves a stormy conscious rather than what we all cry those late nights about, because my theory of life is that the purpose of life is to find it, yet part of me seems to care more about the theory than the truth and action of itself.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Happy
Sometimes I scratch my skin so loose about whether we would find where happy is hiding if we thought much less about these twisting logics, quieted our overstimulated ambiance by quieting our own processing and essentially not caring so much. I know I would, would find it somewhere, but it's funny how that doesn't make me wish I thought less in time, I wonder what is brewing in me that so craves a stormy conscious rather than what we all cry those late nights about, because my theory of life is that the purpose of life is to find it, yet part of me seems to care more about the theory than the truth and action of itself.
Day 14 of NaPoWriMo. A journal entry from a while ago, attempted to be made into a poem. Eh...I dunno.
#truth#life#brain#thoughts#mind#conscious#finding#caring#theories
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
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