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Floating

We are all.

Floating through a sea of opinions, facts, thoughts, rumours. Everyone having their say and everyone pushing to know everyone else’s. Everyone thinking that theirs is self farmed, unique to their brains, to themselves. Observe one person be an individual, only to discover they have copied someone else, and have been copied. Originality is distinctly difficult to find, almost impossible. Everyone is a reflection of everyone and no one has the riotous option to be an individual. We are forced clones of the good and bad in light and dark. We are not separate.  We try to convince ourselves we are different, some indifferent, but we are not. We look out into a sea of faces and pick out flaws and imperfections to distance ourselves from the fact that we are all the same. Kind and loving, hopeful and positive, heartless and selfish, cold and lost. We are products of our surroundings.

Gravitation

The force, the one that breeds emotion and instinctively pulls two together. The one that cages butterflies and leaves one at a loss for words, breathless. A touch, a soft brush of heightened sensitivity, searching for security. The force pushing them together, both and neither, equally and unequally.  Equal amounts creating trust and respect, bright and vivid memories, futures. Unequal amounts only implying heartbreak, guilt, pleasure-less sensation. This can also imply the magnetization of one side, pulling the other in whilst remaining immobile. Compelling a screen of met expectations, not necessarily truths. In all cases, shards of the soul have been shed, through loss and pain, to seek comfort, never to return. No matter how evolved the force has become, it radiates injury.

Anything begun has to conclude, the force cannot continue for eternity. As much as they hope, wish, pray, convince that there will be a time when this force can detach from the soul, be that as it may through deafening silence, betrayal, oblivion, it cannot. Greed clouds its intent, the soul with be snatched. If only this was not to be, maybe it would not rain shards so heavily.