Monday, May 16, 2016

The Space Between

It's such an insidious trick we play on ourselves, a bad habit of self-destruction.  The space between words gets filled with all of these false intentions, meanings and assumptions that don't exist anywhere other than our own minds.  But we project and we assign and we react as if they were real, and as if they were meant.  We give ourselves bruises from shadowboxing.

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