I feel like a hurricane trapped in a delicate tea cup. Frothing on the inside and contained on the outside. What a contradiction. I know that we are always more than what meets the eye and so much more than what appears on the surface. I have barely gotten to know myself yet, so how can I possibly claim to understand you?
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
