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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