In That Moment You Are Absolute (#2 in the Typewriter series)
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There is a brief moment when I wake up in the morning and the room is pitch black and the air is silent and my eyes are not able to focus, that the world is absolutely perfect. It is like there is no time or place or motivation or desire or wasted minutes or wasted hours or wasted anything.
There is only you and in that moment, you are absolute.
There are no morning commutes or corporate ladders to fall off. There are no traffic jams or obscene hand gestures or sirens. There are no lotto tickets or dreams of golden tomorrows. It is only you and your hope that all good things stay good and that everything else gets lost in the pockets of pants that are not yours.
There is only you and in that moment, you are absolute.
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