I fall in and out of love with being alone.
It's always a matter of perception.
External versus internal, connected and truly connected.
The consistency of the rhythm is soothing while it lasts.
Nothing in this world matters, and life is fleeting.
Eventually we'll all succumb.
Death is a theif in the night, but it only takes one minute to define a legacy.
Tomorrow I'll be back again.
Because we all know these moments of enlightment lose their impact as the machine keeps rolling.
Time is movement and we can't freeze this frame.
Cut the pulse and nothing.

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