Fences were made to be climbed, an invitation, a whispered challenge of a dare.
To step away from where life is manufactured through repetition.
Whereas breaths are not so deep and mediated.
Will the grass be greener? Step over and see. Regret is just a shadow, that fades with the sun.
Mistakes are humans rules to create hesitation with fear. For risk comes with a price.
As does stillness.
A bucket full of holes is never complete, yet it still carries water on the outside.
For candles are not meant to burn from both sides. Desperately impatience to become a watery grave that hardens with the time.
Meanwhile, breaking news repeats itself every hour, a wheel turning in circles, pretending to move.
Unless, something else managed happens inside the fenced.
To regain and retain focus of your attention from the fence.
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