Stop to think.
Why do I feel like I've seen the future?
How are some things so familiar?
Am I just smart enough to know I'm not?
Am I only competent enough to fail?
My brain is unique
No one thinks my thoughts the way I think them.
Does that make me living?
Do we live through pain?
Do we live through a pane?
We are balls of energy
attracted and pulled apart by an unknown
holy force. I don't want to understand fate.
Why can't I be blissfully unaware and highly functioning at the same time?
I want my brain to slow down.
I want my brain to speed up.