Restless
The sun is shining, but the veils between worlds feel thin. Transparent. Something is stirring within this world. What is moving, I don't know.
My soul feels restless. It wants to go...
An experimental discussion about reading, writing, sex, death, and headcolds. Perhaps some freewriting, internet memes, and the occasional game, too.
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