Sunday, November 4, 2012

562 UNLOADING BAGGAGE AFTER PULLING INTO IN THE STATION

Sometimes confusion does this to me ...
I can only see door number one or door number two when, in truth, opportunity ... waiting to welcome me home ... lies behind door number  three, which remains too blurry for my mind to visualize it beckoning to me with anything resembling clarity ... So whenever confusion reigns supreme, my foot tends to hover close to the brakes and I coast, while keeping my eyes open for signs of clarity, which inevitably lies somewhere ahead..

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