and bored of hearing, annoyed when not learning, avoiding the thinking, a bitter battering
the dim light delight
but then I get bored of that too...
and back to the listening, searching for something, flipping it over twenty three times
Those things are all easy...
It's difficult knowing and then not knowing
wondering why I thought I knew
then I know again
but, that's nothing new
and really, I'm not sure about any of the above
just writing something today
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