Some Days...

Some days are gray.
There are dull, blurry lines separating us from reality.
No sharp edges in sight.
It might be our paranoid hearts trying to tell us to play it safe, but I didn't come here to buckle my seat belt. So, why won't this fog subside? Maybe it's because we are missing the point. Strike 3 and we're out. Out of wack that is. Out of our minds.
Blurry Blurry lines.





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