I write to pick up my fallen confidence,
where there is no fallen confidence.
I speak to problem solving,
where there is no problem.
I wake up to carry my own curiosity of living in the present,
where being in the present is quite straight forward.
I chase the places,
where my presence simply attracts the place to me.
I pick up new tools from the surroundings, where all the tools I need are within.
What exactly am I looking at now.
Probably something that I already have an answer to.

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