Life is round.
It goes around and comes back around, it exists in a wheel, a cycle... Of living, learning, loving and dying
Then the cycle begins anew
We yearn for a shift in the cycle
A break in momentum
A disruption of routine
A sign, an assuring moment to remember our humanity,
Be it a person or even a simple passing thought anything is enough to break mundane moments and cycles
Even those that solely exist in our minds.
Dull patterns that we exist in aching for the very catalyst to free us from ourselves and the very world around us.
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Mephisto's Anthology
Poeziea collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
