There are some days, life switched its lights off me and technicolor failed tremendously to make it any... brilliant. The black whitens, the white darkens, and they bled into a greying scene. I stood by the banks of my thoughts and looked into its pool of muddy depth. The mind is not shallow, it's how the thoughts refracts it to be. There is no point reaching down below, the reflection already shows what I needed to see.
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