I wrote something the other day before falling asleep. It started out as a thought, which I twisted into a dream, then threaded into a theory.
It was all going through my mind quickly, so comfortably laying on a pillow. I slowly stepped out of bed and pulled out one of my older notebooks from my small bookshelf. I set myself on my bed, on my stomach, and started writing something along the lines of "living without."
Maybe what I need to do is weigh my life against a ruler in need increments.
It was all going through my mind quickly, so comfortably laying on a pillow. I slowly stepped out of bed and pulled out one of my older notebooks from my small bookshelf. I set myself on my bed, on my stomach, and started writing something along the lines of "living without."
Maybe what I need to do is weigh my life against a ruler in need increments.
Labels: experiment, glass, mercury, theory
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