Wednesday 5/27/2015 11:32:00 PM

the pursuit yawns. the journey gulps. the path is lost. her template scolds. a cautious array of decisions. broken into their various shapes by circumstance. an eager mosaic of skin. fractured, yet cohesive.

the road threatens. thirsty with distance. gravity dispenses its intoxicating panic. the journey comes in doses. a sweet medicine laced with sickness.

the road is mostly dead things and uncontrolled intersections.

everything slows as her speed increases. sharp turns in the dichotomy of knowing. how fast. how far. never both. 

Uncertainty a blind god with its eyes wide open.

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