Wednesday, 1 April 2020

The line of least resistance.


 

I love lines.
They are secure.
Hand rails.
They keep the journey on track. For the moment at least.
Lines can be questionable but for now I daren't question anything.
I keep to the line.
I don't colour outside of it.
I have lines of lists. Like talismans or mantras that hold some sort of reality for me.
I don't veer off the line, wayfaring.  I follow the path.  The paradox is that I am drawing the line ahead of myself. I am creating the path for my insecure, confused self to follow.

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