mazeways

it was simple to add. you already had them written elsewhere.

you recite the prayer for balance. you know, however, that you won't actually get moving until you recite the prayer for direction. your arms raise and hands come together, sliding down to lock them into the position for prayer. your voice takes on a different tone.

I am given the gift of second sight. every line is mine to hold. I have the patience to sift the signal from the noise. negative space overflows with opportunity. I will have everything I've ever wanted.

laying back and rubbing your paws over your face, it wakes you up enough to write something. you want to look at Scalpel's work again, but then, that doesn't belong to you, does it? you have to begin doing the thing.

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