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the beauty of what one traditionally calls gloomy weather never fails to
seize this restless heart and calm it down
...was what i thought as i made the usual walk to the mrt station heading
to work yesterday.
in essence, ideas are beautiful. but to some extent i think its more so
the way in the ideas are expressed that allows one to fully enjoy their
beauty. in that sense, the true brilliance of an idea as believed by the
conceiver will never be shown, nor will it be able to fully reach the
potential it has, if it is not conveyed to an audience. or so i believe...
and ive lost track of what i wanted to say. suffice to say, 20 hours in
between when you first get a thought and when you finally pen them, is
long enough to have it almost completely disappear
the condition on which words exist and affect is the force behind which
they were made on. words are vessels.
to what extent, can one...open their mind? imbibing from sources made
available to form what is you. what are you? what do you want to be? who a
person is, is a description of the person. what a person is, may be
entirely different.
i am out to carve new facets constantly. peel back my layers. find me.
know me. understand me. or try to. failing which, leave me as a mystery.
i have been so abstract, i am not sure i even know what i am talking about
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