Journey to the center of my thoughts
What happened when I decided to write without any specific purpose?
I have no purpose in writing this text, which I think is a purpose in itself. So I propose to start and let's see where my thoughts lead me.
When I look out of the window, I notice that the rain is falling outside. It's a drizzly, tiring rain that moistens the road, the trees, time, space, bodies and my own thoughts. It's a rain tha…
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