Destinations detached from any notions of destiny, where arrivals become departures, so intermingled, evidenced especially with overlapped expectations.
If the point of viewing leans too much on the site , then a countered balance invites more proximity.
Or a wait, the weight of disengagement, continuing along patterns set and so recall motions, repeated enough to shift to innocuity though not unnoticed, because sightings, even sideways, indicate intent.
And yet, clarity is not a requisite for the search when the possibilities are many, as points of view can suggest transiting as a means of comprehending how a wider view can bespeak the worth of variance , all that potential in noting distinguishability.
The traceability of touch might cause some tension because ephemeral tends to be a more natural state than, say, seeking out some causation in disorder, when even an approximation almost dissipates logic while the consistency of curiosity could confound, if only repetition would show without distraction.
So discerning the filters through which perception strains to segmentalize hasty aspects of existence bends, stretches, twists, all wound up sentiments.
Inviting healthy, yet omitted doses of rumination.
When distribution dismembers, producing detachment , a lightness helps to navigate, through darkness.
Where thoughts flow best, amidst a flurried motion withstood most suitably with distilled viewpoints.
That and acknowledging the futility of exclusivity , as can be seen clearly despite mixed signalling, the hurry in the gait blurs the worry in the wait.
(2022/08/01-31)