The (sliver of) Window in my Shoe

I've learned a trick.

To maintain order - whether externally or internally, "I'm okay" is a good line to throw.

I draw a line and hold my ground, you see the line, i don't cross, you don't cross.

We both come to a silent agreement, and i in turn believe i actually am.

I am.

Until it catches me off-guard.

3 + 3 = Whatever You Want It To Be

Sitting back and allowing your heart listen to a song whose birth included your presence has a strange effect.

But maybe it could also be caused by the twin keyboard with oh look a multi effect! Or Kaoss that found itself being freely accepted by the masses. Or the number 3, which I'm afraid I have yet to find an adjective for - i would do them no justice.

Or something else. Something I would have a hard time constructing sentences because Perspective can be tricky.

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"...the end is near... I did it my way" Sinatra

Until the next time then, whatever it may be :)

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Something Borrowed

Tenang & bersyukur.

And it's only Tuesday.

:D