Sitting here and wondering what to write about is just a dam, honestly. I'm just damming myself away--hording myself--hiding behind my own enemy lines to feel safe. Safe doesn't exist--transient blur fading, fading, fading-- gone: and that's why it is all the same, because it isn't. I used to know the flux, taste the flux, become the flux, and now I am led astray. I used to know peace. Harmonious resonance because I have struck the immaculate chord that makes sitting on a bench watching the world go by was nothing short of an act of worship.