0114. my path forward tumbles down the cliff's edge.
the skies overhead threaten with rumbling thunder.
the air smells stale and the tension swells.
yet i thread on.
carelessly, ceaselessly.
like they say, "it's the calm before the storm."
while unknown dangers lurk amongst the murky clouds...
somewhere else, the exodus has begun.
ps: bold are my words. pun fully intended.
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