i get flashes of deja-vu that innuduate my insipid brain, programmed to think of work: piles in terms of urgency and brings a sharp, brain-splitting, brain-numbing pain to my head as i try to recall what exactly it was that i knew before i experienced it.
i can't spell well now because words and alphabets are appearing in front of me like mist in a fog and i am unable to see the outline of them clearly- exactly what distinguishes one word or alphabet from another i do not know.
all of a sudden it is clear that our fate is written on the stars and that somehow we already know how our lives are going to turn out.
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