Random Writing
My eyes are dry from staring at the fading sky. A pleasant scent grazes my senses and carries me away. Failing support, nagging relentless. Meditation teeters between unconscious. Pain as a reminder. Vision of proper morality is blurring. Grip slipping. I blink. Focus threatens to return with reality. Reading becomes unimportant with such deviation. Leaving in nervous surprise today. The chance irresistible. Better off just staring loosely at the flames. Never let it touch you.
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