There are times when I can't feel anything, and times when I feel too much.  There never seems to be a balance between the two extremes. Yes, that's what it is...extreme. Living the extreme. Extremely boring, then extremely distressing, on to extremely confusing, and lastly extremely odd before following the pattern all over again. Life is like that sometimes. It's almost comical, you'd think I'd be used to it by now. The extremely unexpected has started to make itself comfortable in my psyche. In my life. In my home. In my body. I'm noticing new things bubbling to the surface of my imagination, and old heavy things beginning to sink further into the void. What's there to say about the lot of it? I cannot comprehend the language required to describe such things. 

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