This night, like all corresponding nights has been me, restlessly starring at the ceiling in a dark room, analyzing the size and shapes of shadows. My thoughts and I were forseeing two contrary futures; In one, sleep and in two, peace. Neither have been fufilled.
No, instead I decide to make my brain work. I've seen my share of math tonight, deciphering puzzles, and reflecting on nursery rhymes. Through my mind, faces travel, as if wayfarers of my youth, and my heart: a strange matter that pilgrims seek.
No, instead I decide to make my brain work. I've seen my share of math tonight, deciphering puzzles, and reflecting on nursery rhymes. Through my mind, faces travel, as if wayfarers of my youth, and my heart: a strange matter that pilgrims seek.
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