There is only desire when I expatiate on my future. An endless plethora of possibilities and experiences. The delusions of grandeur can placate a tired mind. To place in the center of yourself a God in control of itself.
To be desired and desire are not the same. A rhetoric spewed in garbled sentences. I am the least to give advice. But better to keep silence then encourage the wicked. So I try to occupy my mind with rhymes and ADHD.
Laugh out loud.
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