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Thursday, March 5, 2015

Domesticated



I think I have become too placid, too mundane. No more do I rage or revel in chaos. I still see the patterns, I still have my talismans. But I see too late, my talismans are too faint. It is like the throngs of dishevel no longer beckon me. I feel like I am losing me. I feel like I have become domesticated.