The Cat doesn't always land on Her feet
Nor does She always know which way is up
However, this usually isn't the case.
A balance beam being her forte, Harmony between Herself and what little solid ground there is beneath.
The Cat doesn't always land on Her feet
But she will claw wildly all the way down.
Instinct. Instinct. Instinct.
The only measurement we have not produced.
The only measurement that one can truly find true.
The only measurement I have found that satisfies.
Simplicity is sought after as though one would find it hiding.
Do not search for it, simply find it.
Feeling whole and feeling flawed. Feeling. Improvement. Running, knee deep down the poorly lit hall. Lights flicker on and off and off and off. Water, kicked up, leaving nothing left unpunished. Go through the first exit and then through the next. An exit to an exit.
Why does one Trust another?
There isn't a person who doesn't give you reason to question their words.
I want to Trust you. So I do.
I want to Love you. So I do.
i dig the title.
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Thanks.
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