vending machine

i smirked as i walked away, thinking that nothing of value informed a certain decision. well, whatever... as i arrived, i was wrong.

dylan, from modern family, had a moment at dude ranch where he realized he was the furthest from home that he had ever been.  he took another step, and again he realized he was the furthest from home that he had ever been.

what has not brought me here? i believe that humans are designed to be whole, and that fragmented life voids value. 

each decision, moment, breathe- all connects the next. everything that i am, all that i had went into the decision:
     to wait
     to accept the offer
     to press dd for candy and not hh for chips
  

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