My Dearest Anemoia đź¤Ť

I think only one could wonder the natural “what if’s” when it comes to the “future”. Gazing into the abyss indulging in endless hypotheticals and increased dopamine levels of inevitable sweet nothings. Frolicking in mere anemoia, for a time as such that I can’t get back because it never existed, and it never will, but its present to me as this very day.

-until next time

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