1:55am

An extraction. An excerpt from the larger picture. At a glance the edges are jagged, misshapen. Unconventional and providing very little intel to the purpose. A solitary moment disconnected from the world without reason. Reasoning, acceptance, usefulness comes from connection. Roots and being grounded with stability. Morality pours forth once equilibrium is reached. Spinning nausea spews ill will and malcontent. Grace is lost stumbling with outstretched hands. A branch, an arm, the cool dirt’s warm embrace. This is not madness, but yet peace. This is not chaos, but yet hope. This is not a fantasy, but yet a biography. 1:55am, bright lights, din of the fans…

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