Of thoughts and how they materialize

Hello everyone. I hope this transmission finds you all well.

I have found my way into the month of February. This month is nearing its end, though, and I heard March is coming soon.

My life is counted out in beats of hysteria. Large monsters with furry eyeballs (the reverse is normally true, but not in this case) have crept around my window sill. They have not yet reached inside. When I talk about truth, I am usually not telling the truth. I do not usually mean what I see. It's so hard to believe. Sometimes. But if sometimes implies not always, why can't all men be free? Not just here, but there too. There. There is just as important as Here; There is a place. There does not need a period before it to be capitalized. It was difficult for me to demonstrate that initially, so I included some fluff. I apologize for the fluff here. There is a lot. In just a simple paragraph, there is so much that does not need to be said, heard, read, typed. But alas. How do you go about life removing the unnecessary things? Is it possible?

In the night, as in the day, I wonder about these things. I am not a professional. Not at what I do, or what I aim to do. Always doubting. But so often in my mind, images of what will most likely (or maybe most certainly) never be my future are conjured up. I want them to be mine. These are small video snapshots tiny pieces coming together furiously.

It all makes sense now.

Scooters, vacation, fall
-"Your Confidant"

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