at this point

spur of moment writing. dunno if i'll feel same way in a few weeks.

lines etched and scratched thru were all apart of the same flat appearance that i witnessed.
nothing felt disconnected or separated. all just a slap of different shades. i didn't feel like i reached the rise in this scenery. just avoided the lumps of people in the way.
but it's funny how different people see themselves to me. it really is.