Current mood:
contemplative
My obsessions run deep and dark of late, taking my mind and my ambitions and dashing them to bits like the ocean outside my bedroom window crashes against the jetties that line the shore, shattering the waves into droplets that glitter and shine in the moonlight. But my broken dreams don’t look so poetic, merely pathetic pieces of my life, strewn about as constant reminders of what was to be and never will.
Yes, I am not in a good mood. Could you tell?
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