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Sometimes I wonder if most of us are living lives

Sometimes I wonder if most of us are living lives or just following patterns. I don't know if it disturbs you as much but within the four walls I see patterns gnawing away all the little lights shining within us. No I don't blame the four walls but it seems to me as though the stars in the sky chose to hide within their rooms trying peace with black coloured walls. These walls merge effortlessly with the dark background of us and there is absolutely nothing left after that. [Warning: This might shake you.] *Patterns within four walls* I knew a man who used to take his little grandson for a walk every evening at 4. He was there at the fields helping the little boy explore a world full of wonders. It happened for quite a while until one day the middle-aged man disappeared out of this world; leaving similar patterns for his grandson who keeps going for walks in the evenings lost in perplexing wonders. A mother of three spent her life serving her kids. She never demanded anything from anyone. She worked diligently; she worked like it was her duty. Every afternoon around 2 she used to take a nap until 3:30. But one day she didn't survive a cold morning after all her kids left. That very day the afternoon inside the old room was so disquieting you could hear the walls sob.
Sometimes I wonder if most of us are living lives or just following patterns. I don't know if it disturbs you as much but within the four walls I see patterns gnawing away all the little lights shining within us. No I don't blame the four walls but it seems to me as though the stars in the sky chose to hide within their rooms trying peace with black coloured walls. These walls merge effortlessly with the dark background of us and there is absolutely nothing left after that. [Warning: This might shake you.] *Patterns within four walls* I knew a man who used to take his little grandson for a walk every evening at 4. He was there at the fields helping the little boy explore a world full of wonders. It happened for quite a while until one day the middle-aged man disappeared out of this world; leaving similar patterns for his grandson who keeps going for walks in the evenings lost in perplexing wonders. A mother of three spent her life serving her kids. She never demanded anything from anyone. She worked diligently; she worked like it was her duty. Every afternoon around 2 she used to take a nap until 3:30. But one day she didn't survive a cold morning after all her kids left. That very day the afternoon inside the old room was so disquieting you could hear the walls sob.
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