It feels as if things haven’t changed at all. Everything is fine and normal. But when the thoughts of what used to be and what will be in the future now strike the mind, the gap and the reality seems deniable, almost unreal.
There's a shift in the matrix, An energy that's slowing everything down, But pacing things up too. Like I've bunch load of ideas and desires, But nothing is coming through, I heard we've switched time
Thing I realized/learnt in April: writing is still difficult and i don't really know what to do about it i want to give myself everything i want but i am scared that uncontrollable things will ruin it
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