So while it take years to gain knowledge and sanity, a moment is more than enough to wipe off all that wisdom. There's only one truth that there's no truth, which in itself is an oxymoron. Our minds are too weak to construe the depths existing within us. While I sleep, I am awake. While I'm awake, I am somewhere else. I walk miles, while standing at the same place and sometimes even after walking for like hours, I am exactly there where I started. Not an inch moved. In this moment, I am moving with the stars, into the infinite space, into oblivion.

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