From excitement of my reasons

Here I am… Thinking about my complete existence and masturbating at the same time. Contemplating on my knees the corners of my room; questioning my connection with them.

Exciting my reasons, indulging my instincts. Moderating my different ways of thinking. Elevating the intellect under ephemeral effects. Revering the infinite without achieving its comprehension; questioning beliefs.

Affirming essences. Blessing the absence of bearing good manners; being natural. Also, my knowledge of myths and legends but without understanding why they were real. Ignorance abounds; reality fades. I am confused why humanity intoxicates itself, blocking habitual behavior.

On the other hand, I begin to hear sounds in my room, I think it was the ceiling fan, however, it sounds on all the walls. Why would the fan sound in such a violent manner? Without much inquiry, I decide to approach the wall to clear my doubts, but they become more certain with each step I take.