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as I observe the sky from my room's small window the world is overlayed with lines that can barely be seen except if you focus with your eyes on a certain point these small lines are drops of water the rain that cleanses my soul
calories
I would stare at the plate in front of me, it was empty, except for that little celery stick staring at me I look at it with apprehension and fear... and I would feel my fingers tremble and fear flowing through my body as my fingers extend to grab it When did I get so insecure to the extent that I cannot eat anything anymore?
round
This whole world… can it be a cycle of events just circling round and round again? Could my existence be a loophole of events and mishaps, happy and sad moments that just wait to be reincarnated again? Could my existence be the repetition of someone else’s story? Is my existence merely a pre-set course that begins where it ends, without any way to set yourself free and liberate your mind? No. I will break this cycle and take my own path in this world, a staircase up into the sky where my dreams are, and I will keep on climbing this never-ending staircase that will not take me back to the square one where I started from. But every end signals a new beginning… This is the cycle of life. I guess that life, as a whole entity, is round after all, made up of the small linear segments that everyone builds in this world… and wherever someone’s story ends, a new story begins. But each person, on their own, does not work hard and then return to square one endlessly, and does not go in an endless cycle.