I didn't know I loved the sky until I was trapped in a cave. Once I am in love, I quickly move back out of it over and over and again, making due in between the high and low portions of the graph. Seeing, once impossible, is now all I do. it's exhausting. Lovers are like two babies connected by an umbilical cord.

Thoughts and those things that don't think aren't all that different from one another. Invisible entities float through both. Rain falls and rolls off a surface depending on the shape, not depending on what the shape thinks about the rain.

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