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I sit down in a silent corner of my head and start obsessively repeating to myself that everything is and will be alright. Everything is and will be alright. Everythingisandwillbealright. Everythingisandwillbealrighteverythingisandwillbealrighteverythingisandwillbealrighteverythingisandwillbealrighteverythingisandwillbealright....

Because thoughts  do shape reality, don't they?

Underneath this hood... I tick like a bomb

Wintertime

is tricky. And four months of nocturnity during wintertime is even trickier. The lack of sun, sleep and soul-sustaining substances cause your mind to slip. And if you're not careful, you might fall. Which, incidentally,  is not always a bad thing. And when you do fall, all you want to do is keep floating. Like this: