Knowing everything is a bad sign. I laugh mentally on stupid talks people have when they sit on coffee-tables or at tea-times.
I tend to analyse them as of usual sort, this is the human vicinity I always have, everywhere. I thrive on the idea that is more abstract and of little worldliness, and I can't decide if it is wrong.
I always miss Steadiness of thoughts(between the lines, I avoided the feeling of, if i should write 'steadiness and thoughts').
I rush, rush, rush rush rush rush to the end, sudden and immediate wonderfulness something can bring into my life. Everything real or abstract, wandering in my mind, fumes away. It puts me in a dilemma.
Am I lost or am I keen? I am not.
I tend to analyse them as of usual sort, this is the human vicinity I always have, everywhere. I thrive on the idea that is more abstract and of little worldliness, and I can't decide if it is wrong.
I always miss Steadiness of thoughts(between the lines, I avoided the feeling of, if i should write 'steadiness and thoughts').
I rush, rush, rush rush rush rush to the end, sudden and immediate wonderfulness something can bring into my life. Everything real or abstract, wandering in my mind, fumes away. It puts me in a dilemma.
Am I lost or am I keen? I am not.
