i never pretended to know.
how finely the glass had cracked. how easily the lock could be picked.
i never tried to dispute the paradigm.
that velocity has its own agenda. that gravity has a tendency to be merciless.
life came in waves. in daggers. in crumbs.
no matter my hunger i always left some over for someone else.
it's always heavy buckets or it's empty ones. i never expected different.
perspective is rarely to be trusted..
what's close seems large. what's distant very small.
but it's only a deception.