Contemplations, which I know everybody has in some form.

My pieces did not follow from being broken. Since it knows no past, future or present. They are always in flux. One time, this one shakes. The other time, another one. I try to speak their language, but it has been an enormous challenge to fully comprehend every little shake or tremble. You see, my diary notations are as abstract as it could possibly be. Maybe, every attempt will get me a little closer to the truth. Commonly visited during my nighttime dwellings, it leaves me with a harrowing feeling. As they bite not my weak spots, but the ones I perceive as strong. Consider this, what is the utility of biting a fleshless bone, if you have one pulsating with nutrition next to it? <a href="https://medium.com/@FinnLoots/contemplations-which-i-know-everybody-has-in-some-form-75efac501a96">Learn More</a>