Spontaneity- punch me in the face with disregard. Knock me out with no regrets. Overwhelm me to no end! I am not meant for this mundane life I lead. Energy is bursting at the seams, only to be sewn back up by unknown forces. I want to take a paintbrush to these grey areas. An explosion of colour, music, and madness to fill the void. To travel
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Midday, aerobic jog, through streets not well lit by lamplight.
Prelude to Fear.
Perhaps; Picnic, setting of complete relaxation.
The sound, persists. The site, exists.
Disarray. Prelude to Fear.
But hey, fumble, growth of conscienceness.
Focusing, slow but steady, weirdness creeps.
Prelude to Fear.
Parallel, retrospective, deep sense of curiousity.
Retribution. React! Evaluate. React!
[Retribution. React! Evaluate. The Act! ?]
Caution. Prelude to Fear.
Physical sensation, the chill. The possiblity of mobility.
Abstract, sensation, waiting for the words.
This is only a test. This is only a test.
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