Under The Tracks
I have a knack for stumbling over things extremely unpleasant to the neurons.
Of course, How Could I Have Been So Blind? I am pleased to announce that I thought wrong yet again. Physical beings and emotions brush past, anticipating ripples in the lakes of apathy with a tiny skipping pebble. I think the waters have already been long frozen, dead. Check the temperature, it's 0 degrees Celsius.
Oversensitive multiplied by oversensitive may not give you a positive root.
Then I look around me and see faces made of proper nucleated cells, and not cold shiny hard plastic. This is when I realise that I actually am better off. And that I should just leave the irreversible changes alone with a heart on the verge of imploding.
Coldplay is so fricking depressing.
Of course, How Could I Have Been So Blind? I am pleased to announce that I thought wrong yet again. Physical beings and emotions brush past, anticipating ripples in the lakes of apathy with a tiny skipping pebble. I think the waters have already been long frozen, dead. Check the temperature, it's 0 degrees Celsius.
Oversensitive multiplied by oversensitive may not give you a positive root.
Then I look around me and see faces made of proper nucleated cells, and not cold shiny hard plastic. This is when I realise that I actually am better off. And that I should just leave the irreversible changes alone with a heart on the verge of imploding.
Coldplay is so fricking depressing.
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