Hallway smirks to a cup of caff, everyday the same. A billion germs along this lane and you'll be charged with half.
Rock your favorite chair to the same place it was, while blades rotate in circular rhythm above. Movies in queue repeat lines you recognize, comfort in knowing the end is realized. Same laughs always sound to signal neighbors underground. Quiet hours come after, when sleep for all... Continue Reading →
All endpoints look equal when in the clouds. A ripple breaks the pattern here and there, but minds hardly stray from their path to ground. One can still enjoy a train ride for fare, most have a place to visit off the... Continue Reading →
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