The bulk of what I’ve got is time.

And work.

And procrastination.

They take up all my time.

They fill me up until my head explodes.

But it’s weird; I can’t do nothing. I used to be able to do nothing, once upon a time. I could sit and just stare out the window, or listen to music and just daydream.

Daydreaming, I guess, has become my job. My daydreams go on paper to be shared.

Does that mean I keep none of my daydreams to myself?

No.

Because some daydreams shouldn’t be shared.

And some are just too big and don’t feel like they’d fit in the world outside of my head.

They’re way too bulky.

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