in the relm of life, there exist certain instances that we invariably think. stop to think. stop. think. what makes us real? what is the line that defines a person who is artistic and one who is autistic? what drives a person mad? what makes them think?
why are we here? why is it that we go about living? existing in the quantum of energy, abundance of natural resources, yet, nothing is reachable. all is kept under lock and key!
i guess today is one of those days when i am just feeling really low. the low points in my life! lowlife!
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well, c’est la vie!