It's All Work
Wait.. there I am! I sit back down in the same seat, although this time, something is different. I make it harder on myself this time. The gravity is heavier. Nothing falls apart, but its close. My retinas signal that there is pink in the sky, and I know that it looks beautiful - but it feels beautiful as well. Individuals walk under pink moon trying to help each other stay here on earth. Sometimes the gravity can fuck with you. Bring you straight up out into the atmosphere with nothing to hold on to - among the stars - as people pass you by you focus on what lies beyond. There will be that moment that brings you down to earth again where the cement sticks to the heels of your shoes and the words of your colleague are expressed with linguistic lethargy - and then - before you can get your bearings - back into space where a healthy mix of gravity and destiny deliver you to the perfect mixture of gasses to stay afloat.
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