I’m the kid who shoves their hand elatedly in the cookie jar and because they seize too many scrumptious spheres cannot get their filled fist out of the container. My cookies are thoughts. My overexcited zeal to think gets me in a disarray of joy with an ending consequence of impossibility to consume all knowledge that I feel I must. Today, I arrived at the actuality that I have to let go of a few of my desired ends or I will remain immovable in this maddening realm of infeasibility and never actually enjoy what I am granted as human to understand. It’s an astringent reality. I’m going to pout immaturely for a few days more and then permit my mind the absence of these contemplations. I do not know if my obstinate mentality will consent to this but I should attempt.
* pushes face into the dark masses of my bed hoping the unseen folds of my pillow would absorb my thoughts as quickly as they captured my capability to breathe*
I fail.
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