The length of one mindwave dissolving, pulling back, and forming into another. Retracting just to revert, reaching its epitome at night, When all is silent and all I can hear are my thoughts. This is me, my mind, my heart, my soul, my ocean.


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Epiphanies on Wholesale.

Pass it off as a high kid scribbling chicken scratch, but when I looked back on my trip’s peak this morning this is what I had to show for it, to make it tangible.

(I think I may have had a schizo episode in that middle one; I dont remember writing that reply.)

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