There are those moments when you stop. Tum. But not how to stop walking, is the mind stops. Here, reflection. And 'here that we feel fall into a vacuum or in overcrowded or half-full or half empty. Abyss. We are surprised at the size we are, the reality ... space. Ponder. Open million doors in our minds that bring in thousands of streets made of hundreds of trails. Love, joy, happiness, sadness, pain, work, childhood, maturity, loyalty, religion ... Love ... World. At one point certoo too many overlapping thoughts. We are scared of the consequences and leave again. The mind is released, but remain as open as many doors closed. We are pretending. We live.
But we understand or understand ourselves?
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