A distant gaze into the unknown; A thousand bursts of everything and nothing at once. The clicking noise of gathering your thoughts; Yearning for things that you knew would always fade, eventually. The balance between acknowledging the faded glint of hope, and accepting you're not as strong as you thought you were, or maybe... Maybe this was always supposed to happen, in this way, this sequence. Maybe there is a blueprint or sketch, a layout of how things are meant to unravel. Maybe that would help make sense of it all, but alas... To take comfort in uncertainty. To accept your humanity. Hard surface dented and scratched with countless stories and faceless memories. What's the point of prideful scars when you can't accept your shoulders giving in to the insurmountable weight? A grin: Echos of joyful remembrance, of simpler times not so long ago. Refusal to become the incarnation of banality, isolated in a crowded matrix. The irony of assimilating your unexceptional uniquen
reach out and touch someone.