At one point every day i believe i have a firm grip on life, that it all makes sense, everything is clear, i can see the past and present and the future and its nothing, no seperation, just one long string of existence and memories come up of trees covered in frost and sitting on a rooftop with a blanket of moonlight and some junkies. and then sometimes nothing makes sense and i can't tell if the world is there or my mind turned inside out. and thats me.
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