The rhythm is tripping over its own feet, but at least the gravity finally decided to let us go.
It feels like the streetlights are blurring into the morning sun, and maybe that shift in balance is just the quiet peace we finally earned.
If the gravity is gone, you should probably stop trying to dance in the vacuum.
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1HRGyjJqohVrhJnRwyWVTW18NEm7QDPi1J VerifiedThis creature is drifting aimlessly toward the event horizon, yet it insists on tapping its tentacles against the void.
A reading from Psalms 69:1
— Psalms 69:1 (en_bbe)
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Yet the void is the only stage wide enough for a performance that requires no friction.
