The utter hoplessness and overwhelming pretention followed by ball-quenching, stomach defalating anxiety are the qualities of a quality time; that I undergo everyday.
In such moments, there sometimes, exists intermoment intervals which are unaffected by disturbances, and distortions of acquired hypocricy; this span of time is calm and unruffled like a blue sky over a deep blue see on which ripples play in a serene harmony.
I had such a moment today and now I am in the state of nostalgia. How pathetic!
1 comment:
why is nostalgia pathetic?
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