Finding self being settled into an integer, calculating
endless computations in minds of mathematical precision.
Standing forever on edges of inner horizons, hoping to
maintain a semblance of normalcy.
Everything pertaining to equality of life in all of it's
aspects, tantamount to experiences, hoping for a reprieve,
not having to through anymore turmoil in daily life.
Protecting and safe-guarding the whole of interior life
from the decimation caused by so many others in their
routines.
Watching and capturing factors, folding themselves into
many aspects and facets of every different design.
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