Patterns have formed in the fabric of our plain white t-shirts, a mystery of our waking day and night. The colors fade and bleed, like smiles and veins of people who come and go. The world will come and go in an instant lifetime, but what is the significance of the patterns? Slowing the reel, I soon discover the intricacies of your patterns and the creaking of the window panes as we walk through familiar houses with unfamiliar rooms. Faces that come now only to loom in your subconscience.
Patterns also form from droplets that accumulate on the steaming windshields in a sea of the parking lot, evaporating and re-forming as liquid in our cycling lives.
Tune and re-tune the guitar, clean and re-clean the floor, read and re-read the words, remember and re-remember the rest?
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