sometimes nothing....just nothing strikes your mind..an absolute blankness...a void, a big void scary and dark...everything, every idea submerges beneath the floorboards of emptiness..just a myriad of undefined senses or senselessness ...swirling up like a twister, rising up with tumults....a state of thoughtlessness.
out of this gestation are then born pure thoughts, worthy to be expressed ...a flow of ideas a chain of feelings....
out of this gestation are then born pure thoughts, worthy to be expressed ...a flow of ideas a chain of feelings....
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