I've been thinking a lot. It's quite a rarity nowadays, which sickens me because it seems that everyone simply goes with the flow rather than stagger down their own path. It's righteous to obey what is asked of you, but naive not to explore for yourself. Think big. Ignore the norm. Dream in sounds and colors. Those who tell you otherwise are far from the creativity that lurks in lucid places. I seek refuge in the calm sanctity of my thoughts; thoughts that are mine and will remain exclusively mine. Someone I once knew asked to share my thoughts and feelings with them. How can such a task be accomplished? The scale would be grandiose and despite that, I would much rather save them from the raw, diamonds in the rough if I may say so myself, thoughts that I cherish. For originality can not be purchased or even bartered for. For when it is struck, it is struck blindly and in its most pure from, unlike anything else in the world.
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