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 ^{(it's beta!)}

There's some words here.

I can feel them.

Hear them.

Taste them, but only when my face bashes into them when my grip slips, but I'm fine so long as I hang on.

I can't quite keep up, though.

They're getting ahead of me.

They look back every now and then to see how I'm doing, but they don't seem to be slowing down for me.

'Course, they don't know the shortcuts.

I don't know what those things are going up, but I'm pretty sure they're breaking some rules.

I try my best to avoid them, but sometimes one will brush against me and my flesh will burn a little.

I just have to try to keep my distance.

They're actually very beautiful from afar.

The path has shifted and I just lost sight of everyone.

I almost fall, but it's okay because sometimes I can do this thing to gravity.

It's really not always as useful as you would think.

Besides, there's cooler stuff where I'm going.

I can't seem to stop.

I'm not supposed to, I mean that's the whole point.

It's kind of a race.

But what if I really really wanted to stop?

She told me this wouldn't work out well for me.

She told me it was more for those who have nothing left to live for and could no longer function in the real world.

I dried her tears and placed a finger against her lips.

And I showed her the pictures she didn't know Jacob was there to take.

But really, that's all behind me now.

It all happened to someone else.

It's like I just left the screening of a really depressing movie.

And now I kind of want to go home and write something along the same lines.

But I won't be going home.

I can barely keep myself transfixed on the right path.

My eyes keep wandering, taking in the shining bullet holes in the sky.

And there's a faded roaring behind me that keeps me from holding my thoughts together.