The delusion crawled across your mind leaving a snail trail in time. They'd all rather put the world on a flat tone and reduce the fires of the world; one stringed up silver bullet of dogma that they can roll across the floor.
The dynamic flowed out of me and I found I could always see the stars if I focused my eyes the right way. A world without memory sees no stars and the bitchin to find a bastard hasn't much to acrue. Constant fishing for an enemy brought nothing up from the bottom of the sea. So singular in their interests they bled the fruits of their own love and left the world dry.
The dual shoes fit perfectly on both feet as you walked the grounds; gravel littered your world like gravy beneath your thumbling toes like a fish out of water. The forest where people played were like the margins. Acres of inefficient beauty that you day today circumnavigated. Going around constantly what mattered the most.
Going for a walk was no destination nor no beginning; a timeless hug against your own arrogance. Playing tennis with the people you despise the most. But that bullet kept rolling over between your fingers and your comrades and colleagues, cleverly sidestepping anything that really matters. So long, I am going somewhere to find something else, something that really matters and something that is really really.
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