I don't like to think much.
But I love how these thoughts haunt me.
And make me expose my inner state.
In form of words and physiology.
Which got to mean something.
Cause if it wasn't, then I am just making all this up.
To satisfy my mind that got bullied and picked by the time.
And left me with the truth that I have to gain and invest in intelligence every second of my life.
And only then, I can feel like my presence has some weight.
Like how mass curve the time, matter and space.