Capricious thoughts scatter across his mental landscape
Reason and emotion decorate his headspace with the creative and the banal
Everything coalescing into a morass of possibilities and probabilities
A prime candidate for the existence of a higher purpose
That life is not just reacting to environmental stimuli and hormones
Unless it concerned her smirk
Reducing everything to its most primal place
Especially as she purred, kneading him, keeping him awake
How hard it was for him to see far into the distance
And that was the whole reason why he was there
Zany things were in the works, and he needed to know how it would pan out
Except the fortune teller was exclaiming that his future was pretty …
The journey is the reason for going they say
Really, for me, it is for the sand and the waves
Every mile traveling there is just a means to an end
Knowing that makes the miles worth it
Being such an acerbic person
Allowed him to eat through most of the resistance he encountered
So it surprised him when she neutralized him so easily
Eventually, he found out the reason was she was caustic
Lefty kept hanging around Ryan
Orbiting without a reason, leaving Ryan
Ornery and wishing a comet would crash into Lefty
Sending Lefty into deep space
Eventually finding another person’s gravity well
Looking through the telescope
Everything looks so much closer
Nothing is beyond his ability to observe
So the only reason he stopped was because the police knocked
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Don’t tell me what to eat.
I listen to what my body needs.
Everything in there is a well-oiled machine.
That’s the reason I consume all the French fries I can.
Sometimes it’s those flukes of luck that change the world
Everyone thinks it is greatness, but so much is being in the right place at the right time
Realizing that you are in that moment for a reason
Engaging in what needs to be done to create your new normal
Now sometimes it is pure happenstance
Dumb luck if you will
It can be such a blessing
Perhaps it was more than that, though
It was a break waiting for you to come along to happen
That you were, for that moment in time, the chosen one
You just need to accept the honor
Perhaps it was time to move on from college
At least that’s what Charlie hoped
Still, he needed to get through this last course
So that was the reason he picked up the test and cried
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Black beans poured out of the roaster, their scent filling the small room
Looking at her handiwork, Livia scooped up a sample
Every bean was slightly cracked and glistened with flavorful oils
Now that she was done, it was time for her to get a drink
Doing this kind of work usually made her thirsty for some reason
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