we chop out, change, let ourselves fall prey to philosophies that shift and shade us in colors and tones we later regret. it is a despicable habit of mankind to woo the unknown, ride the superstitious and in the searchlight of all that, we mostly get lost. the difference is that some of us know it, some of us don't.
i don't know if i know but this instinct is telling me i need to erase the lines surrounding my life, the carefully demarcated boundaries that have served no purpose but to make the abyss deeper, drown the already wounded soul and snuff out the real voice.
there are a few things i need to do, some needing my attention. urgently, and most days i try to tell myself it is not too late. which wire do we cut? blue, red or white? or do we leave them be?
all i know, is a tapestry of all the train rides, rendezvous and broken ground rules now in one volume, different packaging, post modern.
the guard is down.
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