The road slowly leading away from chaos. The consistent passing of painted lines lulling one into peaceful unity with the newfound path. Always staring and never taking the first step...
There is a contrast still.
It's the state of the heart now and the state of the heart where the eyes meet the distance.
I'll soon be coming down from a freeing high only to feel chained by the search for new distances.
Like a lessened state of conviction, my eyes will be half shut, my chest will be closed off, and I'll finally release a metastasizing sigh.
How have I become so weary at such a young age?
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