Sofi's (Choice)

I have drifted through certain elements of life with the precision and planning of a mottled leaf picked up by random surges of air current.

Certain elements. Intentional ambiguity, certainly far from the planned and precise module of the stage I have chosen.

To make a buck. Returning to a certain uncertainty, reeking-toiling.

Placed before me, presented to me.

Place a blue bucket before me and dare me to see it. As blue. As a bucket.

The candyland maze is hemming and hawing with overgrown grass, shimmering assortments of wayward flowers, hulking giants planted firmly beneath the earth, towering over cracked pavements far long after he and I have left this temporal place.

From your lips to God's ears. The curious and ethereal beginning from an end; tossing aside machinations that could skew the truth.

Dreamy gauzed light protecting their circle, I crave forwards and backwards for the filtered mask to be unearthed.