In the Norm

When you want the edge but are facing the flats, focusing on distraction imitating a resemblance to rush is the only pleasure. Gloomy days push patience tightening tension in my veins. Known is old, show me no direction to roam while learning the road there.

With no direction there is nothing.

Fastly boring is test to time.

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