Everything is weird and pleasant. Life has a filmy quality. It feels like a dance. Blurred and beautiful. Abstract and aggressive. Gentle. Lyrical.
It feels like pinnacles and breakthroughs building. Like iron lace. Beautiful and terrible.
Things are so wrong, but they feel so right... I never understood that concept before. So obviously wrong, but at the same time--guiltless.
I'm not supposed to try to coax myself into feeling chaotic. But shouldn't I?
Everything is so weird and pleasant.
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