The dust motes danced and twirled in the rays of sunshine peeping through the curtains. Like an endless array of scattered thoughts, they were eternal. Golden thoughts, too far away to reach out to but near enough to catch an enticing glimpse of. Detachment reigned the air today. My eyes looked on with an expression of fascinated boredom. And I waited...for the numb existence to cease.
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