Cracks and Crevices
There are weak points in this foundation. I see the truth time has shown. Alone in the lengthening darkness. Breaking into the wrong pieces.
Early morning, I am sitting in the usual place among mid-week meeting attendees. My attitude was that of a man who had nothing to lose; my attention span was that of a disinterested child while hiding behind my smart-phone. The discussions often digressed as my sarcasm found opportunities to interject itself. I soon lost myself in…
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