Sitting dazed in a room completely coherent and unrealistically balanced between the beginning of one thought and the end of another.
Deviating from fate only to rebound back to the norm that is solitude and dependency. In the math of the universe this equation is undefined. Hardly senseless and completely out of focus.
Oblivion seems a sound decision and thoughtful outcome, although no one thing can ever deny change. Keeping it simple and quiet; the best cure for all things that take a moment or two to breathe--or not. |
Submission Name: [too] Dazed
