the architecture of your surroundings guide you to the curvature of the earths deceptive view. 

it’s not a matter of your eyes being closed or the sun being hidden behind dark clouds of condensation. 

the rhythm you feel under your feet doesn’t wait for you to balance out and return unaltered. 

the sun will scathe you with its rays and bleach  your bones until they crack from fear and desperation. 

desire to be alive and the path to life will not be a journey or a destination – it will be a statement of what you were. 


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