Mad Girl's Love Song
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Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
Alone. At home.
Absorbed back into my mind. It’s no wonder I get overwhelmed by too much external stimuli if I can be perfectly entertained in a blank room just tracing the wanderings of my mind. Already my mind is stuffed full of things to think. I must devour them all; sit by candle light and write each one out, contain them and let them free.
Monday February 20th
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