Specks

Things are better. 

Its true naming something does help. Knowing that I wasn’t going crazy was helpful and thank you Nightwing for helping with resources, articles, and even your own stories of the “anniversary effect.”.

The weight is much lighter. 

And I wrote this last night to remember its truth. That sometimes you have to relinquish control. That the world is bigger than you, a speck.

The movie is playing again.

But this time I’m watching while I dance.

From the balcony I see her.

I see her walk through the day

She’s just a speck.

Just blowing. 

Just one of many.

Of the infinite.

In no control

But yet she seems to think so

She dances

She dances well

But little does she know that she is just one

A speck

Blowing

Just one of many

Of the infinite

You want to touch her

But you can’t

She is too busy dancing

But you see the whole floor

You see that she

A speck

Blowing

Just one of many

Of the infinite

The specks become indistinguishable

Her plight just as random as the others

Her moves just as spontaneous

But yet aren’t they planned?

You try and look at 

the speck

Blowing 

Just one of many

Of the infinite

But it hurts the eyes and ears

No patterns to be seen

No rhyme to be heard

Its dizzying chaos

As you look at 

The speck

Blowing 

Just one of many

Of the infinite

So look again

At all the specks

And all of a sudden you see a swirl

Birds synchronizing in flight

It’s beautiful, a stary sky in motion

The specks

Blowing

All one 

Of the infinite

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