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Walking down life’s rigid, sometimes rocky lane…
Shoulders bearing work, life and moments of pleasure and pain.
Infatuated by difference, intrigued by thoughts simple, yet their interpretation random and ordinarily abstract.
The loud silence of their intensity portrayed in the sound, step and length of their pace…
As they walk along gradually slipping and regaining their pace in life’s amazing race.
The Ordinarily abstract people seldom scream to make an impact yet their presence shouts of their greatness….
The ordinarily abstract people, physically here yet their mind floats on far far away…
Their depth and intensity too much for the common mind to comprehend.
Their mind continues to work with every breath, sleep, when everyone else’s brain speed stop and comes to an end.
Ordinarily Abstract people, misunderstood.underappreciated. taken for granted, but fucking intense.

.R.i.O.