Swimming in the Consciousness Stream, Round Two
Paint.
I’ve got paint on my favorite shirt. Green (oh crap, just hit backspace; somethings are just ingrained) paint, and my shirt is red. And it defna – definatly clashes. But I like it because the paint on my shirt m- reminds me of the pre- process of painting. The painting was awesome. I loved- love helping my friends paint their rooms.
Oh, nostalgia.
I think it’s funny, the things that spring to mind when you go to write down everything you think. It’s sort of crazy, but when I think about my thoughts, my mind seems to go blank. Just like when you look at something out of the corner of your eye, but when you look at it directly it’s co- gone.
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I think that life is just the act of filling up the page. When you’re born, it’s blank. But your memories create a book, your book of life.
I think that in a way that sounds horribly cliche.
But I also think that it’s true.
It’s ju- funny what springs to mind when you’re writing down your thoughts.