I don’t assume my genius, or what of it has remained.  I rise to the top and I sink below.  My choices are dictated in the moment, and the regret that follows knows no limits to the moment that’s just passed it.

Sometimes talking just gets old, even though I often say too much.

But I am slowly but surely regaining my mind back from the brain that keeps on tick tick ticking away.

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