i have always, as far as i can remember, been speeding. ever unmindful of the signs i pass by. no stops, no rests; haste is my fuel.
ignoring blindsides, i kept on moving forward, moving away. transcience was the only constant, aside from my rush.
i flurried from one fascinating thing to the next interesting sight that enthralled me, barely making my imprints as i went on; dropping and leaving voices, scents, words, relationships in my wake.
as the roar of my life’s engine deafened me, impulse was the only voice that dictated my directions. novelty was my adrenaline; the impact of the wind on my face.
but one crossroad ago led me to a different highway. one that made me get off and walk. one that made me aware of rules — to succumb, not to fight; to plan, not to flee; to listen, not to argue.
this road made me create my own path to my own sanctuary, so i can surround myself with beauty.
and this is where i stop.
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S and i have writing activities every now and then. this was a product of one of those activities last night.
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