The Unchosen

Doing the most. My hands over fire, one learns to freeze. There should be pain. Atleast, pain can conjure anger. Anger mimics a sense of strength. It’s that hopelessness that’s the worst. You learn to deal with that too. Some with apathy, others with distraction. I’ve visited all, they’re all related. One big family tree of distant cousins. 

Today,  is another day in a snow globe, whose watching? Someone bored perhaps. More importantly, who cares. Let’s see which cousin I visit today.  

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