Repeated

I was just trying to write how I felt in my journal, in normal paragraph form. Then this slipped out. (this is from a few weeks ago)

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And why does my life feel like the same thing

Repeated year to year

The only thing changing is the characters

But the lessons are the same

Cause I have the same feelings

And I never learn.

I look back at old journals

That tell of a time

So long before ours

Before simplicity was devoured

And while the setting was so vastly different -

Essentially

It was the same.

So what am I doing here but walking in circles

Scratching with pencils and searching for words

To find a phrase and complete a poem

So I can turn the page

Think about -

And go on.

Moment

What am I going to write about today? Lack of revelations... revelations stored in my head momentarily forgotten. Experiments with light and life that reach no end except for that it is done. It is done and now it can never be done again. Ever. Once a moment happens, it is done and the moment is over the moment it happens and can never be recreated. If anything could ever happen twice, what would be the point of the 'time' concept we fabricated? Isn't the point of time to tell the difference between a moment and another and to mark that something happens and never happens at any other 'time' than then? 

That sounds about right if anything else is right in this world. Thank you for taking this fictionalized and conceptual moment to read my babbling.