Out of me.

Out of sync, out of the loop, out of the box, out the blue, out of nowhere.
Out of me.. it's been a long time, since I felt something hard and deep, emotions, I can't remember but somehow resonate in what I see. Blinding step only to wait to fall forward, but better to have tried than to have been waiting at the edge.
There is a part of me that will always miss the touch, but I don't mind. Like when a breeze comes your way and wipes you on the face, then you turn and look. Hey, what's that, that I see? the horizon. It's been interesting to learn to do things my way, and while it flakes and shudders so, it grows strong and chains bind me no more. To forsake, the last pardon and the only revenge. Heh.. Of those things burned into my core. Lines of code that make the new concurrent threads that make me engage so. Ebb and flow, thank you words. Out I go.

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