There are times I wish I could type as fast as each thought comes to my mind, but they tend to travel at a pace and velocity that no one can stop them to be put on paper; it is like a game they play with my mind. As soon as they come and make fun of my slowness they leave, without a trace. Yes, a thought that is gone and probably will never cross my mind again. All I can remember is the sweetness or the sadness it leaves; yes, only the sensation that they existed but no substance that can be poured on paper. They leave the confusion that keeps me pondering and searching for that thought that may not even existed to begin with. Or did it really come to enlighten me? If it did, it was a lesson learned and forgotten in the millisecond that they came and *puff* disappeared. Well, they must have turned to smoke for a reason, they probably played a role in my life and after they were done they decided to go. Yes! I would decide to believe that. ...
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