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It takes me 58 steps to walk into my future

I don't feel the resentment at the time

I don't hear the noises either.

Although today, there were about

a million birds, species unknown,

atop the red rooftop building

and they had a purpose.

At least I heard they did.

There were two sets of doors

that I could describe to you as fleeting.

Fleeting because of their weight

and the gravity they held

that pulls people inside.

It's not a frightening feeling

or a disturbing one

as you may think.

It's a sort of wind that contracts

and pulses as you move through it.

I try to seperate myself from the masses.

I lurk in the corners

and drench myself in tobacco

but return inside and try to  mask

away the outside stenches.

That's the way it works.

Without forwardness or major tradegies

that can be seen.

It circulates within your mechanics,

your beautiful machine.

But eventually it exposes itself

and you know exactly what it is.

Without explanation

and determined fear 

your past life becomes your future,

the sun becomes the moon.