Blankly, we stare at life and what makes it. The sights, the people, the experiences, the movements. Unknowingly, we get drawn. By certain sights, certain people, certain experiences, certain movements. Deeply, we fall. Into sights, into people, into experiences, into movements. Quickly, we last. Being into sights, being with people, being in experiences, being in movement. And blankly, we stare yet again. Then suddenly, life’s on repeat. On again, off again. Begin, then end. Begin and end. Begin. End. End and end and end and end. 

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