Do you are ever find yourself staring at something?
Your mind processing nothing but the thought s of this one object,
Object of desire, intrigue or fascination,
Fascination of the true beauty of the moment,
Moment that will soon disappear until you choose to return,
Return from your subconscious back to reality,
Reality of your samey life,
Life that means nothing until you stare at something.
copyright 2009 ben burgess all rights reserved.
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