martes, 14 de febrero de 2017

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Did you notice that? It is always difficult not to perfect something. A new idea comes. The rubber activates. "My first thought is not valid anymore", wispers my mental wind. It has already been replaced by another one. Mental flow. They come, you feel the ilussion of their eternity and right after that, they go away.
Mind is an ilussion of life. We are constanly dreaming. Watercolours falling through the paper of our time. Nothing produces more impact than our own insignificance. Might life be an ilussion of my mind?
Sometimes.
Then I come back to reality and feel my emptiness again.

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