Yes, again.
I've given some thought before saying this - My mind feels distant and offbeat as I grow older. Slower. Cloudier. Duller. I can feel it. I don't think it's about it being heavy and stocked with more things (hopefully beneficial). It feels like it's anchored to my own judgement about myself. It's chained by the delusion of phantom expectations, the worry of silent disappointments, and the fear of meeting my potential, face to face.
The air used to be lighter.
Where are the old colours I used to see?
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