Polkadot

What i said yesterday stays over there

I long for it to manifest in a form more tangible, more corporeal, something that exists within the realm of the real, something that aligns with reason. I yearn for it to be something I could grasp, hold, and contain—an embodiment of my burden. I wish to be seen bearing it as one might carry the weight of a lifeless child, an unbearable heaviness that speaks of loss. I wish it would wound me, draw blood, for at least then a scar would remain—a testament to its existence. I desire clarity as pure as crystal, illumination as bright as the midday sun. I wish it held intrinsic value, a currency I could exchange, a price I could pay for its release. I long for it to be inscribed upon my visage, a visible mark of my struggle, so that I would not have to extract it from the depths of my mind and transcribe it onto the page like a desperate alchemist seeking to turn thought into form.

I hate using 'i used to'

Let's hope the romanticism won't wears off soon

1. how to find passion? oh man, if you really need an essay on passion? i worry about you. it's not a reaction which occurs methodically. this is a part of pure chemical reaction which burns inside you, passion is just a catalyst for that process. you can try all you want, do everything you want, throw all the cards out and if passion doesn't start flowing inside you, it's worthless. lose all the hope and forget it. there's no need to stay in a course of pursuit if you don't the target you're chasing, and if you do know? what is stopping you? your own hands and your own brain, isn't that very pitiful? and laughable? it's fine, people are allowed to laugh, but are you okay with being a clown? if no, get up and live a life of passion. otherwise i have already told you what you need to do

Needle and a thread but im half blind

I think a burnt child will become the fire.

And i hide from sunny days and complain when it starts to rain.

Feeling like a squashed cigarette

This is what scares me, if what I was is not that great the slightly too-loud laugh All or nothing.It was just a simple greeting

i love torturing myself with fictional characters just to make sure i can still access depth of feeling. i love being normal.

how many aura points do I lose when I realize I've written about the same feeling for years and nothing has changed.

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Not feeling my kidney or sides or back or neck

You have free will... You either make it better or worse

Make AI make sense... Someone should demystify it tf

Go crazy. No filter, be mad, make them think you are INSANE

Fuck domino effect

Be the orchestrator