The present we live in is as unstable as the future we walk into.
One second, one minute, one look, one scratch, one wave of emotions different and I wouldn’t be here.
Everything has been set up so beautifully yet horrifyingly perfect so that we experience this second in the moment for each of us. And that scares the shit out of me.
What happens if I look the wrong way, forget my keys, look at my phone?
We play a game of Russian Roulette with a million guns already shot a million times, and we do so willingly to the point we’ve forgotten the bullets even there
and I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse
Stability
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He came first in a ragged manner, dressed in solemn garb.
He floated, like a wilted flower, pounded by the rain, among the mourners, adverting their eyes at his presence.
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