Parading down pathways of reluctance, building walls of turbulence, skimming sideways, attempting to overcome invisible obstacles seemingly in the way in every direction.
Rigorously developing systems of believability until reality sets itself on a pedestal above us, with righteous indignation.
Settling in amongst ashes of yesterday, locating fragments of bone, shards here and there, of hope lingering slightly behind a faith of knowingness within a soul.
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