Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Plains
(It happens, quietly. From the corner of your eye you can see your life spiraling out of control, helplessly barreling head first into a dark vacuum far below your feet, but you are too far removed from your own self to grasp what it means. You don't feel a thing.
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