What I want never seems to coordinate with what I supposedly need. I'm abstract in a tangible existence, and I can't feign normalcy. Everyday monotony is a disease and no one seems to be looking for the cure. I want creativity, vision, imagination, inspiration, color, wit, perception, ingenuity, artistry, revelation, flair, epiphany. I want to immerse myself in the intangible. The corporeal world has no appeal to me. I want to be brave enough. I am not brave enough and I do it to myself, I do.
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