It made me think.
I've been happier. Certainly. I've been going with the flow. The cheesy phrase that mentions spreading your wings to the fullest would apply here.
But there's a brevity of thought. There is a block in the process of penning what am thinking down. Theres a loss in the fluidity of my expression. But there is a sense of calm, a sense of happiness I enjoy.
It is mighty strange how that fluidity of expression comes when i feel something close to morbid.
I don't know if i have lost the plot somewhere. Because frankly, I don't think i ever made a plot i'd want to follow.
Is it a phase or change of thought process? But suddenly, I want to go with the flow. I want to run around, in different directions. I dont want no pattern. I dont like no pattern.
But the thought is still in my head, is there really a plot that I have lost only mid way?
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