Reflection 112

 Today we completed a school thing we started on a day that wasn't today. At first we were going to do our work online, but then no. Instead we were to write on paper. Paper comes from trees, which is interesting. The sky is a wonderful and terrifying thing. I know not what it's like to be truly afraid, but unpleasantness is imagined. Discomfort is uncertain. But breathing is no burden. The sky darkens now, slowly but definitely.

 This I am sure of. It becomes heavy - heavy with burdens. Heavy with uncertain-ty. You see - what I actually find interesting is the flippancy of misery. There lies a beautiful abundance of burdened certain indecision. Zoning out - slow division.