Billy pushed off the wooden chairs embrace and started towards the door. His thoughts thumbing a glass house with a cork into the sea, but his destiny he knew.
Kicking through the half cracked door and landing feet already in stride, Billy felt the hinges beckoning.
The morning fog gave chase but collided with itself, as Billy mounted his 2 wheels. With a simple push and twist, he added some weight to the dance.
Few understood his coming or the moment at hand. Feeling the drag of his thoughts, he centered himself and dropped his smile.
Supernova burning passion, two suns rising. Sending dragon’s to fight and consume the waste.
Billy felt his hand relax and three shooting stars tightened his grace. The path a simple arrow into the heart of these, things.
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