the tea got cold, didn't want to have it. was very troubled. no, no reason except the inner demon. it claws its way to the fore time and again.
making plans to shift my belongings from the right side to the left side of my brain. the right is overburdened i have been told.
the brain paints a grey colour, i force it back to a vivid pink and a happy blue. but it slowly melts back to a grey. i hate the grey, everyone is grey. everyone is the same. fighting the same morbid realities, unique for others, the same in reality.
the bike hit a thud in front of the gate and i went to see. just a man, troubled with his machine. just like me.
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