The words inside circle vaguely, they come and they go, change and expand, evolve, and melt away. Topics shifting. Small bursts of inspiration that may or may not ever see the light of day. Like fireworks, they put on a show. Lighting up the sky inside my skull for a mere few seconds of mind-stopping beauty before exploding into a million shards of nothing more than spectacularly colored light. It fades. Becomes a distant memory, if that. What did I want to say again? The moment has passed. Disappearing into the deep fabric of some distant universe, a sea of un-thought thoughts, unexplored ideas, seeds of brilliance floating undisturbed, a heterogenous soup of uncontained proportions.
I can I know 
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