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Its distracting, entertaining, mind spinning this speed of the wind passing throught your closing eyes to crush against the back of your head when they go dark.
But they never go dark, they shine in scents and images with blinding sunshine.
Slowly the record starts to fade sweetly leaving you feeling full.
And a little gray after seeing the cloud covering that fake lightning.
Only the physical weakness of these mindless impressions allows me to close my eyes to rekindle my heart.