It feels like I am on a darkened motorway changing lanes wildly and blindly hoping for the best.
Lights refracted by spray and sheer faith. Danger obscured, uncertain.
Yet I never take a risk or take a leap, into the unknown.
Just plough the same channel, crossing my own wake.
Sometimes there is little comfort in the familiar.
Tuesday, 3 January 2017
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