the feet are up

because there is nowhere else to go

walking seems useless

when you do not have a goal

give a break

breathe slowly

time flies and the plans are nothing more than plans

in a universe of failed possibilities

the absence of that type

gift

intense

surrounding

intimate

recurring conversation without end

about anything

about everything

about nothing

resulted in mental stagnation

there are no ways to follow

there are no real incentives

no interest

there is no

I don’t

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