My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.
It's soothing to realize that my mind's processes are inherently uncontrollable.
It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.
The mind ought sometimes to be diverted that it may return to better thinking.
My thoughts, my beliefs, my feelings are all in my brain. My brain is going to rot.
As my mind can conceive of more good, the barriers and blocks dissolve. My life becomes full of little miracles popping up out of the blue.
My mind is always racing.
When I put my nose in a glass, it's like tunnel vision. I move into another world, where everything around me is just gone, and every bit of mental energy is focused on that wine.
The darkness, the loop of negative thoughts on repeat, clamours and interferes with the music I hear in my head.
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