《Intel's Insights》


 Entry 1

    Beyond my eyes is me.


    Looking in, enraptured.


    For perspective is the only thing holding back.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    Seeing one¡¯s form from different waves.


    I tend to squint at the imperfections.


    Yet you capture my essence.

 Entry 2

    Comparison is the thief of joy.


    I know.


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    Where do I stand if there is no measure?


    For that same thief builds me up.


    Giving me joy once more.

 Entry 3

    Hold on, even if I let go first.


    How selfish.


    To waste my time,Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    yet beg me to become a stagnant being in ruffled waters.


    How foolish.


    I took your words and held them as my frozen clock,


    not daring to move.

 Entry 4

    Warm and refreshed


    like peppermint tea on a cold day.


    Why can¡¯t you be like that?This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    Why can¡¯t I?


    Because our makeup is beyond herbs and pleasantries.


    Cheers to the most complicated of us


    To the simple delights.

 Entry 5

    I always have the words when no one is there to receive them.


    I can''t catch my references.


    As I laugh and turn to no one to share my jokes with,If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    I find that solitude is where friends are made.


    For craving the attention of others, I learned to be content with little.


    Here is to the lonely ones¡ªand lonely days.

 Entry 6

    Keep me in ignorance.


    I want to experience bliss for a little while longer


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    Protected from the truth.


    Keep me in the box


    As everyone is searching beyond it I am alone and safe


    Spaciously happy.

 Entry 7

    Colored me surprised


    That you can¡¯t stay within the lines


    I always thought it was a gift


    To be good at art.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    What that art is doesn¡¯t matter


    Being good is a virtue.


    And you spill into aspects of life unaccounted for


    So color me surprised


    Of what leftovers you don on me.

 Entry 8

    I find myself regressing in age


    To be deemed mature by those grown


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    And admired by the youth.


    Old souls are lost souls who never got the timing right


    To time


    That sneaky one.

 Entry 9

    Sleep if for the dead


    But my bed is calling me.


    Is that a sign


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    Or a delirious state?


    Rest in Peace


    Wake in Misery


    Good night


    And


    Good Mourning.