Mindlessly unaware we spend our days in a reckless blur of activity. Seconds amount to minutes which tick by, with each breath drawing us one step closer to our life’s goal yet one step back as death looks on mockingly. The pursuit of that one aim which we consider the crux of our entire happiness fuels that fire within us, reassuring us to constantly plough ahead. Moments are lost within the sea of minute ticking steadily, and as hours while away we become engrossed in life, enchanted and burdened by responsibility somehow forgetting when and how to live…
It was a waiting game. A game played by a confused soul wandering aimlessly aloof, adrift the craziness surrounding it somehow taking all in stride.
On the surface it portrayed an aura of listlessness. Nothing showed save that plain facade, upholding a constant level of normalcy expected from all.
Numbness was etched into every crevice of a face so enchanting and eyes so confrontational, just daring you to hold them for a minute too long.
The game was life, and he was a player, as were all the others. The destination was final. What set them apart was how they each chose to get there..