I repeat the same steps to work each day. I fall into sync with the flow of bodies winding through the sidewalks. Together we form an anonymous river; bound to each other's (of) daily routines, Running side by side - never colliding always drifting. Familiar faces merge together, for which I know I am one. Today is exactly the same as yesterday. Same sidewalk, buildings, people and sky. I'm a part of the pattern, an intricate piece of the puzzle just like all the rest. No one is more important than another but everyone hinges on the rest. This is the world, my world. At least it was, it was until I met her. She was the change in me, My catalyst. Threw My worthless repetitive world into the most beautiful chaos. Collisions. Every day was different. she destroyed the perpetual sameness of my reality. Little did I know that I would long for it in the years that stretched before me, for which she was no longer present.
"I repeat the same steps each day.
I fall into the flow of an anonymous river (of) daily routines, always drifting.
I know I am part of the pattern, an intricate piece of the puzzle.
This is the world, my world. At least it was, until I met her. My catalyst. My most beautiful chaos. Every day she destroyed my reality.
Little did I know that I would long for it in the years that stretched before me, for which she was no longer present."
I do love doing these, even if I'm not the best at it! It makes me happy on the inside :)
Apologies for the mess. Deconstructed while listening to Tiamat