Monday, March 21, 2011

You walk a tight line between clarity and insanity.
The two parallels are bound, existing in matrimony while you stand suspended in between them like a spider caught in its own web. The air around you is thick and sensitive to the cut of your touch. You ripple through space and time. Imagine: each individual life like a stone falling into the ocean, causing ripples that swell out and connect to make spirographic patterns, all interwoven with the greater body of water. All one and of each other.

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