My brain is like a train travelling through the pathways of memories of the past. Some lived some unlived. Dashing between moments. Grasping at knowledge. Trying to bring something into the station. Only, I don’t know my destination and I’ve lost the location where I started from. My load is heavy and unknown in value but I continue to provide it energy to search.
My day is spent justifying this journey and the energy necessary to continue.
unextraordinarybint Samantha Harris in London, England. 
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