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As night falls, the mind meanders through endless thoughts. Sometimes it's a cloud of completely unrelated elements. A dive into the deepest corners of conscience that most would never think could exist; myself included. In an almost out-of-body level of consciousness, I reflect... the 'self' being lost, with meaning past and emotions extinguished; the now feeble mind finds release. I won't call it escapism, if anything it is a manifestation sans having to justify any motive. In that dark abyss of the mind, conscience directs an abstraction of forms offering no tangible link to any likeness in the real world.

In that forlorn abyss, I think I am finally free... it's beautiful…

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