Weltschmerz.
Psychology.
First impressions and analysis.
Emotional intelligence and emotional stupidity.
I remember the innocence of not being disillusioned,
No walls around me, no weapons, no associations,
No disposition towards cowardice.
No emotional algebra; only simply addition and subtraction.
Only this moment and its infinite possibilities.
- How many fantasies in an infinitesimal space?
I want to roam, wild and uninhibited.
To let let the demons go, but they linger.
Reciting my worn out quotes as though they were the Qur'an or the Bible,
- without thinking.
Programmed to suspect, to mistrust.
I say I am open-minded, but what I think is.
And if it is, what does that make me?
What does that make you?
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