Surrounded by a million faces and the gaze finds a speck in the corner of the wall to focus on till it becomes a blur. Flitting in between the two images till there is no clear definition but a hazy blur. A blur within a blur some would say, and they wouldn't be wrong.
A closing emptiness despite the pleasures that can be sought at the flick of a wrist and snap of a finger. It doesn't help. Nothing does anymore.
A fear of the known peace or the unavailable familiarity. The new is not just unfamiliar but unliked with a force. Maybe the time has come to hang up these boots and test the theory of the round world.
Maybe, it is time to trust one's instincts no matter how big the loss.
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