Want to start writing But I don't know how to write it. It seems that all things become suspect or hinder It seems to be because there is too much self digestion and no desire to express too much. But all sorts of emptiness still linger in the mind It seems to need to fill it in some way Is it a reason to feel too much of others It's been a long time not to put myself out It seems that even self dissection will be the subject of doubt Because the last second thought was really different from the next second.
Want to start writing But I don't know how to write it. It seems that all things become suspect or hinder It seems to be because there is too much self digestion and no desire to express too much. But all sorts of emptiness still linger in the mind It seems to need to fill it in some way Is it a reason to feel too much of others It's been a long time not to put myself out It seems that even self dissection will be the subject of doubt Because the last second thought was really different from the next second.
