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Fall backStresses seem like whirlwinds of thoughts and worries. What is the purpose of them? Keeping the senses strained but alive. Fidgeting into a frenzy of panic. Minutes are counted and recorded, longing to be retained, but are executed on the spot as the next number shines. Time; a cruel invention, the epitome of uncertainty.Fall back
Carelessly burn the clocks so that every fearful thought is blunted. Be lead down or up the spiral, whichever route may take fancy. The worst scenario is to stop. Keep walking.
Absolve yourself of the letters, the subjective scribbles
DepressionTo stand straight when the world locks chains in your knees.Depression
To push against the gravitational boulders that rest on your shoulders like friends.
Some times their weight engraves ridges in your skin, other times they merely brush the surface. They are greater now you are older, in size and significance. You adjust your posture to burden them.
Heaviness is a fragment of anyone’s judgement, yet weight is inarguably certain.
Everything weighs heavy now, and paces slow, each potential diminishing on your bleak skyline.
Your eyes are failing, and the light is brightening, two hemispheres of hazy yellow hues. &nbs
Impending CloudThere is a sense of impending cloud cover descending softly to create cotton wool countryside. May be unable to see the way to go through this. Unable to reach of the the traitor walls.Impending Cloud
To step out of the rut and leave behind the wailing sirens spreading their carcophonies down the track. To break free across the fields.
Another groundhog weekend looms ahead on the horizon. Must navigate towards and through it in the hope of not being sunk.
To continue or to not is the main question. The choices acting as coordinates of different actions.To be a coordinator and keep ones cool may be more difficult than
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