Spectrum
If I could rank the spectrum of cognitive dissonance running, I’m grappling with the nearest of reality to the furthest of my past (or what should be my past), excuse me while I attempt to negate the intangible that has occupied too much of a space that is too small.
Sometimes I wish I’m so far from you that the satellite would die. Just sometimes.
On the other extreme end, I met a nazi and I think we could be the best of friends. One who speaks of chocolate and wine along side the liberty of the mind.
If rainbow comes after rain, I’ve been waiting in vain for some sunshine.
