molecule.

"till the clock speaks up, says it's time to go; you can choose the high, or lower road."

i had lost track of the vastness of everything. the perspective had tightened and progressed until all that i could comprehend was a single molecule. then, as if the game ended, my vision was relaxed and i realized that everything will ultimately be all right. the plans may not work at once, but they are always there.
this plain is riddled with escape routes, i can see that now. the general movement of the populace makes a quick get away the easiest part of any crime. all one has to do is watch the patterns shift and turn, a canvas splattered, the colors running across one another.
i am tired. sleep will come easy because the prospects are once again in my breast pocket. they will stay there until morning.
when the sun cracks my blinds, the world may appear brighter, and right now everything is shining. the shimmer of the last wax leaves waiting to fall from my neighbor's tree.
tomorrow will be great. at least it will not be the depths, and if it is, i know where to run.