That there is so much I should want to express
However, quite naturally, I draw a blank.
These days, I see everything in snapshots. My thoughts are in the form of a montage. A montage of memories.
I see flashes, images. These flashes are constant but short. My mind does not spelll out essays any longer or play a movie with that soft background score I usually find comfort in.
My thoughts have a mind of their own. I cannot control them or make them continuous. They have a new soundtrack, one I have not learnt to classify yet. This novelty is striking and slightly uncomfortable.
I will write another entry on this montage of memories. Some of them are probably just figments of my imagination.
But I've reached a point where I no longer know what's real and what's not. I just know what's on my mind.
And sometimes, not even that.
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