I feel that the walls should crumble once in a while, give way to a new world order. That galaxies must collide in order to initiate cultural exchange, because we have way much more scum that we can handle. That the wall should have an aperture that acts like a time warp, swallows you and transports you to a different kind of world, where 'grass' has only one meaning.
It takes me about eight seconds to figure out whether a singular figure in the distance is walking towards me or otherwise, his legs functioning in furious equanimity, as if they repel the thorns that the path poses. Takes me about eight minutes to burn a six minute hole through the enterprise called my life. It takes only a blow for someone to knock the wind out of your lungs, it takes a calamity to bring you down.
It's just a matter of time before evolution takes it's toll and mortals succumb to bailouts. It's easy to trample all over broken glass than walk your way around it.Tendency is to blame.
I know a simpelton who morphed into a monster. I thought I wouldn't be able to feel my face anymore, but the mirror never lies.
I hope that the jogging track never ends as long as there's the river sitting next to it. The still waters run deep and the surface hides antagonism. It's exciting, the deception is. I'd be happy to not know that I might be hit by a truck when I turn the corner. Surprises are fun. So are fences. You might suffer bruises, but you'd end up sporting an insuppressible grin. That is a perfect circle, not the hole in your pants, but the oval that curls across your face.
