So, I make lists very often (in my head, that is). I am too scared to write them down, for the fear of acknowledging them and storing them (for posterity?) is a little too overpowering.

And 'this' is included. Non-chalance/confidence or tact, however I address this, it remains on the wish list -- old, torn parchment with almost-invisible ink. The same, the same.

I always knew that originality is a utopic dream. But this -- the predictability, the pattern -- is just horrifying.

I just want one feeling/emotion/experience (for the lack of a better word) -- real or not -- which is only 'me' and is not shared by thousand other people on the planet.