Try to write a short paragraph that captures the flow of your own mind.
Quiet. Quiet. Click clack of the keyboard. Am I doing this right? What am I doing? A worry flies in. And another. And another. And another. The first is already gone. The dull beat of distinct music, too far to hear, close enough to feel. A sudden winds gushes, shakes the window, takes me away with it. Follow the wind, joining its friends to play in the treetops. The freedom to fly away is tempting. A slight pain in my back grounds me; I have been sitting too long. My body likes to remind me of time passing when my mind doesn’t keep track. “Time is passing” it groans stiffening a knee. To stretch is a temporary relief. What have you done today? What have you done this year? Like I need the reminder that the years are rushing by. Click Clack. The strokes of a keyboard have replaced the ticking of clocks to remind us that time is passing. We don’t hear clocks tick. Our watches are digital. Our phones even more so. Tick tock is no longer our standard. Click clack is the sound we hear all day. I miss studying philosophy sometimes, thoughts like that are valid. Useless, but valid. Quiet. The music is gone, the wind is settled. Thoughts are hard to follow in the quiet. It is deafening.
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