of course there's always that brief moments of life that all my livelihood is shoved into those tiny seconds of contentment. 20+ hours or so of possibilities fit into 30 minutes of inspiration.. I'm no Newton but by all laws of physics and mathematics and arithematics and geometrics, this does not seem viable at all!!!
SO i revisit this familiar place i once found solitude in. it reeks of fatal comfort and much real illusions.
i lost my breath even before i got here
all the feelings that dulled me pulled me back on my seat
but the car keeps heading to this red pin.. i think the journey is beyond, or so i hope
grateful for:
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