When Hitting that wall
running through life; moments of sound sleep and adrenaline
for some, a false start while some never take the time to arrive
still
the race continues.
Banners of love and hate
tripping over those obstacles only to learn
...
it is possible
to walk from the floor of mundane.
climbing straight up the wall.
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