what should i write about, really?

I have no subject, things are too ordinary – I have not trained my eyes to see, my heart to feel, my mind to read and comprehend, my ears to listen, and my soul to immerse fully in a situation.

This is where I have arrived; cheap thrills, fast forwarded emotions, the immediate –  no longer the drawn out  elongated sweetness of pure joy.

Where to start?

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