Isn’t it strange? How a picture can spark a whole list of questions
and make you evaluate things from a different perspective.
The feelings that once seemed under control; they now ignite like butterflies escaping their cocoon. What a bittersweet awakening of emotive reflection, so encrypted.
I don’t know if it’s nostalgia turning me into a mess or if it’s a mixed-up sign that I have yet to figure out as time goes slowly on, but hopefully there’s a good explanation.
DAYDREAM MADNESS 
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