Sunday 12/04/2016 11:00:00 PM

perspective. it has its own rules. for what is far. what is close. distance has its own methods for measuring. lies. truth.

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.

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