A BROKEN RAMBLING

Perhaps life is a game, with intricate pieces and a colourful board- that leaves you feeling listless and unsatisfied when a winner and loser are declared.

or perhaps it is unsatisfying because even the winner has not realy won.

A myriad of turns and rolls and wrong moves. Feelings or moments of exaltation but ultimately leading to a fruitless end.

The point? the reason? the end?

Maybe none, but maybe many.

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Heightened awareness that allows movement.

Moments of stagnation.

Reaching for something - unidentifiable. Concrete meanings appear when they are needed- and fade when they are not so.

Blending in, standing out- announcing, denouncing.

Revealing truths masked as lies, lies masked as truths- until they become one and the same and even their owner cannot distinguish between one and the other.

Holding onto someone, not wanting to let go of too much of yourself- catching yourself only to find that it is too late to do so.

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Confusion as realities change and interlink and emerge as different truths and different understandings.

Holding on, letting go- moving, standing still.

Exhaustion, depletion, admiration, exaltation.

Running from one truth, one reality, to another.

Looking around, getting out- getting on.

Where? why? how?

Maybe. definately. sometimes...