Stationary. Momentary. Beyond this point my vision expands and unfolds to a vast array of opportunities. Open variations. Must. Focus. On. One and then move along. Roads end and begin, again... It's all repetition. I am more than today. I forgot my yesterday, but it haunts me to stillness. Late nights I feel myself whimper. Snow covered roads don't mean the road isn't there. The plowing makes me appreciate the road more. Spring arrives and gives way to blossoming tulip trees. As messy as they are, I've always loved them...I see more than a tree shedding it's petals. Beyond this moment I see a tree that continues to grow, and will bloom again and again, all the while knowing its petals will fall. Life. Cycles. I...am more than this moment. Everything goes beyond this moment. Anything goes beyond this moment. Some things aren't meant to last beyond this moment. Some people can't see beyond this moment.*expressions by Nina B.*
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