A Unique Set of Skills.

6:30 pm and I am having a strong coffee. I've seen an elderly woman on the bus today. She was so magnificently old. And, what is more, her complexion looked as if she elegantly shriveled. Watching shorts cos of mental exhaustion so as to somehow back up the system. He would have liked the short. He is... I mean, it was such a beautiful short movie. Life is but such a beautiful dream. My dreams are always astounding. They are always unusual. In my dreams I always fly. Or maybe, I shall become a sniper...? The awareness of the fact that I know how to do something but also that when I make a resolution I know it will have happened have always made me feel secure, calm and not afraid of the future. Strolling or biking, I am a different person. Because biking makes you happier. Although not explicitly visible, there are certain vital discrepancies between me and an average citizen. Ofc ourse, there had to be a clown murderer. So many motifs interweaving. Such a fast tempo. Should I provide a neat analogy, it would be one of a phoneme or a cap in that, they both are abstract mental representations as of psychological approaches to phonology. You cannot see them with your eyes but you know they exist. You fear such people because you never know when you come across such entity, unaware of the bare fact that some outstanding entity can be stronger than you are. It is such a beautiful feeling to walk among people, the common folk, being capable of seeing through. The finest armor has been prepared for you by the master. There are always more things to convey, more thing to do, obviously. However, they shall wait. Where? I do not know. My long-term memory, hopefully? They shall wait. Till their time cometh.