Fluctuation.

There’s something unspoken of like the biting and cuts of the key to happiness and the assumption of a life of wonder. ‘Wonder,’ a somewhat homonymous word that confuses the idea of happiness as being wonderful, is it the perception of beauty in your life or the concentration of thought, thought that does not have to include beauty, more so thoughts could even be vengeful, disastrous or even evil. As at this time I am wondering why I feel the way I do, like when someone that matters to you cuts you off, flicks you like a light switch to extinguish everything that lit up your life together and plunges you into darkness. Wondering where the wonder went and unable feel the walls for being enveloped in such blackness let alone raise the dimmer at least for a glimpse. In time I may find my own torch from which the hue may have changed and the room could look very different from how it was originally perceived. Still I wonder.

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