The mind a panorama of multiple ideas layered in their depth and context, but no one to truly understand.
An everspring of ideas, a constant poet generating layers in the background; a never ending diverse painting with multiple harmonies of depth.
Sort of a cage, for who can truly comprehend; who is there to share it with; time to express it eludes the holder…
but also a gateway to freedom, when finding articulation on the paper –
for writing is the speech of the mind.

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