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I wonder why the world looks black and white outside my window

I agree with what Bukowski said about individuality

I think I'm somewhere between gluttonous and buddhistic

I wonder where it was you took those photographs with your Elph camera

I have no idea where I am or where I'm going

I like to think she's out there somewhere in this metropolis, taking photos, and she's happy

I reflect on what makes me feel secure and what makes me anxious

I feel odd when I think of a boss' death and what to do with the subtle resentments I feel

I walk the line between melancholy and utter bliss

I sometimes say to myself, "It's time to shit, or get off the pot."

I question why my phone feels the need to censor my bad language and what it's trying to protect me from

I try to learn to dismiss the ego, yet here I am posting this

Description
I wonder why the world looks black and white outside my window

I agree with what Bukowski said about individuality

I think I'm somewhere between gluttonous and buddhistic

I wonder where it was you took those photographs with your Elph camera

I have no idea where I am or where I'm going

I like to think she's out there somewhere in this metropolis, taking photos, and she's happy

I reflect on what makes me feel secure and what makes me anxious

I feel odd when I think of a boss' death and what to do with the subtle resentments I feel

I walk the line between melancholy and utter bliss

I sometimes say to myself, "It's time to shit, or get off the pot."

I question why my phone feels the need to censor my bad language and what it's trying to protect me from

I try to learn to dismiss the ego, yet here I am posting this