“Objectives”
Breaking may leave no treat after it.
Obstacles can give false hints.
Low shadows, low sunshine- the vision gets complicated.
My back is felt without sight upon this level.
Do I know it’s my back?
What if it’s just the chair pretending to be my back?
Danger presents us life by choice of illusion towards eventual mass.
Freedom of state isn’t anarchy.
Presence must be sensed and felt during revealing shades of grey.
Apples are only as good as the farmer.
We grow limbs under attention only when it’s professional.
I rip the cover and see a page.
Guys fall for themselves.
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