I can’t believe we keep passing these short paths of indecency, my mind can’t comprehend this inconsequential mix of blank features. I don’t know where this will take us next time, the future is involuntary and uncertain. What is the timing of this, and where does it lead and how can we fight against this blank space. I’ve mentioned it before, but it truly hasn’t passed and I’m not sure if it will. Will be find solace, will there be some type of answer in the agony. The notes of the song, are interchangeable and we are blessed in order for time to become one with us. The parachute hasn’t deployed and we plummet to the ground, strangers look at us upon the rocks. Waiting for us to crash into the ocean floor, but never having the intention of safety.
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