I stopped suddenly, held my breath. Waiting just to wait, realizing really- to slow down or suffer the same.
:The speed of light can not choose its acceleration. Not even its direction! Consequential angles and the colors of absorption, what have we to thank but rainbows and mirrors? The speed at which we travel ascends the colorful bands when we lose our grip. Time is uncontrollable, consciousness alerts me. Yet we hold the oar just the same, the boat and the stream make one dream a to b this is not a line still the shortest distance between two points have you ever seen a river so deep?
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