a thought on ice... trapped in a plastic aquafina bottle
I sit here, motionless as is my days while looking up at the computer screen. Only my fingers jump back and forth, in new and exciting ways to create something novel.
As I hear cracking, my gaze becomes glazed at the aquafina bottle next to me... where the ice slowly is melting in room temperature, iced from the prior night sitting in my car without any warmth protecting it from the cold outside. Slowly I see the ice disappear into the water that resides around, but contained within the confines of plastic cage.
Oh how our lives are ice, melting away over the short years. Our memories become distant, for which we yearn of what we cannot grasp anymore.
Will be melt into the great consiousness as if we never lived, as if we never individually existed?
Can we, as ice, leave a mark?
As I hear cracking, my gaze becomes glazed at the aquafina bottle next to me... where the ice slowly is melting in room temperature, iced from the prior night sitting in my car without any warmth protecting it from the cold outside. Slowly I see the ice disappear into the water that resides around, but contained within the confines of plastic cage.
Oh how our lives are ice, melting away over the short years. Our memories become distant, for which we yearn of what we cannot grasp anymore.
Will be melt into the great consiousness as if we never lived, as if we never individually existed?
Can we, as ice, leave a mark?
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