apathy

May 27, 2009 01:13

Slowly and surely I loop one bow over the other, completing the simple task of tying my shoe laces together.

I think back over the last moment, what did I miss? Something important entered my vision as I set myself into the one of the final automated tasks of the day, a sudden realization that something special flared brightly, yet I missed it, my mind simply elsewhere.

Now here I am, seconds later, minutes from the punch, completely confused, caught trying to remember what it was in the depths of my being cried out to see, yet, my mind failed to recognize until it was too late. Why do we loose focus? It's 10:24, time to punch out again.

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Work of Fiction?

[J]
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