Familiarity and repetition soon distorts the mind.
Short sequences holding key differences
All misjudged as an infinite cycle.
Around and around and around.
Fundamental steps of individual lives become a blur.
Routines occurring on a scheduled basis,
Daily, weekly, monthly, yearly.
The brain distances itself
Regarding the sequence as a separate being
As if it controls itself.
Not realising the power it holds.
We hold.
Key moments stand out
Bold against plain paper,
Sparks erupting in the endlessness of darkness.
Breaking the sequence;
Fracturing, splintering, discarding.
The key is bestowed upon us
Like finding a penny on the ground.
Some take it, cherish it, worship it.
Others ignore it, claiming its not worth the time or effort.
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A Collection of Thoughts, Feelings and Late Night Rambles
Short StoryJust a few short stories (if you can call them that) for me to let out and express my feelings
