Distractions
Attempting progession in a contented reality where old ideas and old memories flourish
Appreciation is an aquaintance of mine that keeps me leaving and coming back
I feel it as my head begins to drift into a world I know and causes me to retract
as curiosity centers my focus and rearranges my sequence,
I watch as emotions grow like a vine spiraling me into confusion and coaxing me into a dance
I focus.
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