Blind Truth
I'm at my best when I'm alone. And my worst. I've come to the conclusion that I'm reasonably empathic, and so I feed on the emotions of people around me. I rile people when I want to be riled; I tempt people when I want to be tempted; I try to balance the emotions of the people around me to make myself more balanced. But when I'm alone, I only have myself. I fight with myself, I depress myself, I laugh at myself....I have a mind full of half thoughts and incomplete theories of philosophy, anthology, concepts of pasts that probably don't matter and futures that will happen only because I want them to.
I am abstract tonight.
Not hollow, but empty. And pregnant with possibility.
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