The state of the mind these days. Whirling dervishes-strong winds-flashing lights-brandishing lights that look like knives-need to kill.
Waits are long, longer than it takes to say somethings.
Words fall short to describe and pinpoint that exact temperature.
Twiddling thumbs and whistling out of tune, whiling away the ticks and the tocks.
And then when you get it for keeps, you realize that you were better off without it.
Chaos and colour-all jumbled. What if everything was just black and white?
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