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“Mmm..” a paradigm of thoughtful displacement as Sam eyed over the miserable man on her left contemplating suicide and the man on her right happily feeding the pigeons. The illusion of choice prescribed to her thoughts, while the feeling of opportunity pulled on every muscle. A parchment of somewhat imaginative gibberish circulated in her grey matter. She pulled out the raw steel edge on which were the crudely carved words ‘judgment’ and ‘validity’. Something similar to that pierced the serenity in the air, a fresh relapse of cold air that blanketed the landscape. Both men sat on benches separated by a crud

1 As I sat at the edge of reality, I wondered why I had ever done any of it. This place that we all called the edge of reality due to its various drug trips and sheer drop, was just outside of the small town I lived in named Beck. It wasn’t a very joyous day, rather dim and boring for the most part. The sun wasn’t out, but it almost never is here anyway. Where was I…oh yeah, nothing would change how I felt about the decision I made just seconds ago. For some reason though I couldn’t remember anything except for my friend Shawn’s face. We have the same name; mine’s just spelled a little differently. Before I

Where does the echo fade into silence Hear the fear fade behind the violence You never look between only over unseen Always concerned with median or mean Rarely looking outside the box if at all Except I'm looking at the concept of the wall You live in or out the box but who sees Outlines of the box for what they really are Underline existence, you still have to look far All that you understand I can say in a bar Living is a question and giving is the answer I might be lying does that make me the cancer Vitality is a dancer set to go on stage Eating at freedom, forced to fit in her cage