Everything is always changing and moving so fast

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Sometimes, when the day rocks over I’ll find myself sundered, so i’ll try to witness it witnessing me. I might try to curb its programme or suggest an alternative route. Maybe one that manufactures or whittles me into something inflexible. Or I might implore it to congeal my project into something lucid.

Maybe I am defenceless to its incessant resurfacing or, it’s almost unnoticeable etching. Maybe it’s motionless advancements sit in a round, discus band that will forever dwell undivulged to me.

I will continue to protect false unbending constants and I will continue to watch them thaw. I will watch them reduce into an elusive, intangible likeness to myself. I keep finding myself craving the peace of a devoted anchor or some kind of translucent unknowing. Or even an Immutable completion of sorts.

But it doesn’t really matter, because the day will rock over, and I will be split down the middle almost completely into two. So I’ll grip onto malleable hope that one day I might witness time witnessing me. And maybe one day, my likeness will finally reflect something still.