Sometimes I think that life was easier when I was less rational. Am I actually more rational now? I mean I like to think so but has my rationality just brought me so much frustration now that it has reverted back to irrationality?
Here is something I wrote today:
There are faces in the walls of stone that line the roads. The snow has shaped expression.
It's a hidden cave of sounds here under this hood.
Sounds that evoke the kind of emotions these words lack the capacity to portray accurately.
Condensation fogs the already dirty glass, blurring the view into shades.
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