Continuously circling around my decision to return I quickly decide I never left.
Once again I find the present and start again.
Fear tells me to run, so I walk.
Unknowingly I open a door that once held freedom within.
I do not step fast or think slow but embrace the moment to instinctively feel a familiar path that once was.
The mechanical clock behind tells the same comfortable story, and the familiar faces show the same hour of hope.
Every curious piece looks exactly as I left it except my eyes are open to the possibility of everything.
Each primary dwelling has the limitation of every infant mind walking through the obligation of the structure.
Thousands of unspoken thoughts are stacked one by one in a sequence of order.
I wonder which thought lay behind could lift them from conformity.
The row of singular heads struggles to look up from the involuntary glow of progress.
Within the formation, they seek individuality.
Each outstretched hand holds the potential to return, and every trained mind can feel a cold dark cage or a green field to wonder.
I ponder what was and what has become.
Peace is the only path I project into the formation of the clock continuously circling within the silence.
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11 x 14 Black (1 1/8″) Synthetic Wood Frame
White Double Mat
2 mm Glass
White Cardboard Backing