The bright azure of the open sky with fluffy white clouds
scurrying across it make me stop and wonder at my life sometimes.. think of the
things I’ve planned and dropped, of the paths that I almost took or got turned
around in.. I feel like I’m at the bottom of a glass walled well and while I can
see everything around me reflected in the glossy shards that enclose my existence,
the only open sky that is within my reach is that little patch that is visible
where that glass and stone confine ends..
I feel turned around sometimes.. not quite as if I’m directionless
or not trying to get anywhere.. I feel more like sissyphus rolling the heavy
rock up a hill, and then picking up a different one after it promptly rolls
away from me after the halfway mark… I’m
not exactly directionless or stagnant or not doing anything… I’m just moving rather purposefully down an
escalator doing up…or maybe climbing a penrose staircase whichh keeps folding back on itself... no matter how many steps tire out my feet, I haven’t moved
much towards the direction I’m trying to head towards…
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