Just A Thought

Looking at the wall it seems a bore, yet it’s fascinating

when there is nothing left to do

Seeing all its imperfections you’ve never seen before, the cracked lines

forming a web as to the paint chipping here and there

The discoloration from the years of sunlight coming from the fogged window

Little details you suppress everyday even though you pass by them

Details, details, intricate details

They wrap around around your life, define your every move

It seems as if it were destined for failure or success

No one knows for sure but what they do know is that they suck and bite back

They excite

They depress

And other emotions

They provoke

Many of them blend, swirl, match and create situations that are not there

but sometimes they are

It’s a fifty- fifty chance, some people tell you, you’re seeing things, making them up

But are you?