Random Motion Across the Between [March 8th | 65/365]

Accelerating I find it harder to swerve in time to believe that there is such a thing as time when statistically speaking there only need to be distance to explain what happens in the world fills with the twisted motion of a ribbon floating down from a sixth floor skylight which makes it seem so easy just to align with the vicissitudes of flow but then meaning has a way of arriving out of nowhere seeking accidents by swerving personalities through a static crowd as the syllables flitter in my mind but they don't mean what I want them to mean and alight on you and even if they did they are skewed with averages when values for distance where worked into the mathematics of the language we use to hide meaning under words and dance and connections.