She walked with head held high.
A resounding theme: redundancy.
Truth contradicted, but truth nonetheless.
The sheer athleticism of carrying that impressive ego around all day, while maintaining that precarious image…how does she do it folks?
Her guard is down; it is time for her to make her move.
The test: finding her true form.
The universe is spinning…with even more beyond.
The earth keeps turning; its people are just along for the ride.
Each geographic location offers more and more definition.
And there she sits. She does little and regrets much.
A speck of dust ~ concerned with laying upon that neglected piece of furniture in such a perfect display ~ only to be swiped away by some dutiful employee…eventually.
The power of being dust: you can make a person expel an astronomical sneeze through no will of their own. They will be blessed.