My mind is a city.
It has been created so that two thoughts may pass quietly, with underlying apprehension, small factors in the grand scheme, and never connect. Never allow themselves to come together and create something potentially ingenious.
Instead they duck down alleys, and hide in corners, if they see the pleading in the eyes of the strange thoughts passing on the dark city street. My thoughts refuse to be approachable out of fear.
Fear of imabalance.
Fear of the unfamiliar.
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