As much as this is a journal that I write to myself, which most probably nobody reads, the few last nights included things that cannot be either described or presented. Not even in the usual cryptic mode.
Also others are pushing their ways constantly. Not that I mind, but still...
Overall... the fear of new beginnings.
And my bathroom, the space which constantly shows signs of bugs in the Matrix.
Otherwise, small things are coming my way, teasing me rather uncomfortably.
Also others are pushing their ways constantly. Not that I mind, but still...
Overall... the fear of new beginnings.
And my bathroom, the space which constantly shows signs of bugs in the Matrix.
Otherwise, small things are coming my way, teasing me rather uncomfortably.
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