It only takes a little bit to move us from here to there.
But that's the funny thing about movement, it can give you the illusion that you're going somewhere.
I feel sometimes like I am screaming into the abyss so loud that it's silent.
Black is the absence of light, it can be used as a protective shade to enhance invisibility.
Time seems to have this liquid quality to it right now.
I can feel it slipping away and yet act endless all at once.
I try not to wish the days by but sometimes it's hard to stand in one place for this long.
I'm not looking for an end in sight.
And I'm afraid that you always are.
We're all just rambling through the universe.
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