Notes.

How weird it is to feel
That none of our feelings are unique.
They've all been felt before
By people just like us,
Trying to outthink life,
Circling back to the past.

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear

Cynicism usually grows from disappointment, not indifference. It’s a kind of heartbreak in disguise.

From chat gpt

The first note to be published.