sometimes when i deal with people
it feels like everything that happens whenever they talk, my mind comes up with a detached analysis that ends up being biased against the other person
only to have that thought erased like a whiteboard mark as soon as i make it
it feels like my mind is a place that is slowly being filled with the dust from all the whiteboard erases. the ink is still there. the words are just gone. you can probably write your own thoughts on the erased words of my own.