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Outer Dark.
Sustenance is what is needed at this hour. Everything is travelling at lightspeed and one is forsaken, clasping onto dark matter as though the comprehension of it all just seems to want to stop and smell the roses. There is the idea of letting go of one's comfort-zone, allowing gravity to dislocate oneself back into consciousness through the wake-up call implanted by the languishing awareness surreptitiously triggered by the engrossing struggle of the hopes of future endeavors. There is the forgetful nature of being drawn towards salutary requirements; and even with the intentions, hindrances can follow, consigning to oblivion.
Outer Dark.
Sustenance is what is needed at this hour. Everything is travelling at lightspeed and one is forsaken, clasping onto dark matter as though the comprehension of it all just seems to want to stop and smell the roses. There is the idea of letting go of one's comfort-zone, allowing gravity to dislocate oneself back into consciousness through the wake-up call implanted by the languishing awareness surreptitiously triggered by the engrossing struggle of the hopes of future endeavors. There is the forgetful nature of being drawn towards salutary requirements; and even with the intentions, hindrances can follow, consigning to oblivion.