And a whole.
Scrap it.
And a hole (non-descript). It’s strange though because seeing something sometimes is not enough. Whereas sometimes seeing something is enough.
Na, scrap that.
Like being boxed-in by nothing, kind of. As in, what is it to be bound by infinity? Surely the same as not being bound at all (manacles and chains could build a better life for all). A painfully thin façade that you could see through (seethe / rough) if you wanted to. But you know what they say – ignorance is …
Fuck it, scrap that.
You are going …
Scrap that.
It goes, it goes, it goes. But what if you never knew where you were? It’s all very well favouring the journey over the destination, but then again …
Scrap that.
Sometimes it goes, it goes. And sometimes it’s fucking terrifying.
