Release

So, wont you turn around?

I just crushed something with my body weight. 

It is such a clumsy feeling. 

I want a fortunate accident.

Because the only thing harder than the fall is the outcome,

In most cases.

And if it all feels clumsy than what is anything?

When its gone, its gone, and it goes fast.

But, there's always room for a small second chance.

So, keep the lights on and see,

These kinds of things just can't help but be clumsy.

I have a simple story.

Tom stood in a hallway. He didn't know how he got into the hallway; he simply came into consciousness in the middle of it. He saw two distinct directions, backward and forward. He knew backward was backward because it was behind him, facing his back. He knew forward was forward because it was advanced from the way he was facing. It was in front of him. Tom didn't pick a direction in which to walk. He thought about moving, but he didn't move. Tom stood in the middle of the hallway, until he lost his strength, and eventually perished. Tom thought by not moving he was doing the right thing for himself. Tom can still think. To this day, Tom does not know if he had done the right thing.

Author's Note

If you're reading this, don't strain yourself. I don't get it either.