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emotion, much like color, is completely relative. they've got you wrapped up in what you think is truth, but poetically speaking my purple could be your yellow - and you'd never know otherwise. this brings us to a general feeling which we will label as happiness. what i feel as complete and utter joy, you may feel as torture and worldly demise. the reality here is that you've been trained to believe that what you see is, in fact, what is. really, you've never been more wrong.

packing up boxes belonging to my former self. shipping them off to some warehouse i don't know the name of. not planning on visiting them for quite some time. picking up the pieces, adding some new gears and shiny gadgets to distract from the worn out bits of my once human form. attributing the shakes and constant headaches to the transformation. still, i know i'd be a fool to think my body is over extracting the toxins deposited from the mind i'll never get to know. but everything goes on as was planned before the let down. attaching myself to strings of those whose hearts i am certain are true. unfortunately, you can never be too careful.

there's a change in the wind, says i.