notes from the outer world.

4pm and on. Faster clouds. Slower mind. When the effect of all these caffeine is wearing thin, and sleepiness known from these mornings cautiously sneaks in again. And a mind wrapping all it gets hold of in a rough tissue of subliminal anxiety. Re-occurring patterns. Counting snowflakes all along.

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