Chaos

And we froze all action ... like leaving things unchanged would bring back moments.
Used glasses ... worn clothes ... a tall orchid plant inconveniently placed ...

It was like riding a bike ... going forth with the thrust of a wind that pushed you forward on a downward slope...

... tomorrow we'll level the pedal ... jump on to a seat thats higher than ideal ... and this time ... we remember to keep pedaling and not lose balance...

Another ditch in the road ... you keep moving ... another stop sign ... you keep moving on ...


This time I'll stop being involved in the Brownian motion of people and feelings around me. Should I be the root cause of entrophy ... steading myself should cure it ... shouldn't it?

Also ... here are the "default" answers as of today:
years
handshakes
retail affection
conviction
static noise
bruising
unnecessary distance
dreams
athena