aftEr a nap

After a nap...

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...yet it has come to be this isolation that i, at this very moment, could only look to myself to recall the way the possibility all began. For the disarray and constant desire for something more than this, i am now striving to find this clear being that i envision, yet i seem to miss and confuse. Could it be that because i am sensing emptiness or that because i am feeling a little loss? Or could it be for the reason that i am finding myself as lonesome or because i am hastening for a constant happiness for any costs (though i seem cannot afford a highly rated one)? I believe this never-ending anxiousness is something that i am yet living deep inside no matter how well i could self protect the illusion of my thought from being depicted in regard of disporting one's mind...

Shall i get back to sleep? ===> Mentally, nop; physically, yep!

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