I don't really know man, the most joyful period of a time of indulgence it's when it starts innocently and marvelous, from that point on it just keeps going, was nice to live it by but that time seems far away, and it's weird cuz It isn't that long but I've developed a fascination of that, as. So much stuff has happened in a small span, that confuses the shit out of you and in this perpetuity that I find myself in, I'm comforted but still disturbed, disturbed by the general indifference that now manifests like that instead of some sort of dissociative pain that is born from unbearable isolation. I'm content with my present but still, I will forever yearn to live one of those days again and that nostalgia and miss will be another haunt of mine to haunt me for times to come, unless something changes but I doubt it will. I'm just speaking my mind here, putting my trains of thought within text as this afternoon is quite dark, the sky is dark and it begs the mind to indulge into a more dilluted thinking, a sadder or darker tone for the net of ideas that create thoughts. So it's like, I don't know how I will remember this period of indulgence, I know how I will remember his start, but I don't know what's bound to happen, at this point it's not some sort of orbiting but I'm so distant and disconnected from the general thought that nothing really causes emotional pain as I'm far from grasping them at their cores, no sadness, not joyfulness and no feeling, just the occasional misery that is born from projecting said thoughts, but I'm not obsessive enough to just sit one day and let my ideas flow, writing what I care about, and stuff.https://youtu.be/zAVTnDpobms
