I have been coloring my truths with particular care recently.
I have been fully aware of the lines, and kept within them, moving the pen in only two directions, neatly overlapped parallels at a degree.
Today is a recording of vitality, defiant living; following notions that if something exists, then nothing is an impossibility - thus hating quantative measurement and the ideal of “been done”.
Today is a precedent, an islanded precedent, a singular that seems all the more remarkable from my chair, as I watch two vehicles nearly collide, and the silent fury and relief within the respective vehicles. My interpretations allow. There are barely any marks on the road, however, only me and those that saw, saw.
We as humans, are unique as humans.
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