Observed On A Slant

It was inevitable being an outsider fitting in having a career being like others was never an option

The final piece when it comes will be unfinished...

Looking just a few feet ahead the future fades rapidly into darkness the tiled floor indistinguishable from the wall

You look familiar recognisable you are older a new version of yourself the face I used to know familiar and not the same you are a different place and time