Life is repetition. in many instances I've found myself in a position where I've been through it before, or so it would seem. The picture that surrounds me is the same, almost always. The difference is me. I adjust myself to try to see a different picture, but all that's moving is me. Everybody within the frame looking at me in disgust for ruining the picture, but I don't care. I'm bored with the same routine, the same action, even the same reaction. All to slightly different me. In the end I'm the same. I can't change, this is my nature. Messing up a photo captured in time, distorting life's normal flow with my weird ways. Why? Because I wana see something different, something change. A break in life absolute. Even when that has to be me.
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