"What are you doing?"
"Thinking."
"So many things," I said when he asked what I was thinking about.
"Do you ever stop thinking?"
"Not really."
But what if instead of thinking, I called it dreaming? Why does it have to have a point or a backbone? I'm not thinking...I'm letting my heart float out and feel the space around me.
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