Branches

There isn't anything in this world that could keep the sanity within our minds.
Once we have been exposed to the darkness and tragedies of the world, it's hard to go back to the simplicity and normalcy of what was.
No human creation or divine intervention can erase the splotches of one's mind.
Once a scratched record always a scratched record.
Humans falter and it is to be expected.
What falls beyond the wall is all to familiar if you really look, but no one wants to.
Beauty is neither skin or emotions. It's safety.
We look for reassurance in what is untouchable or natural, yet we build faulty security in what we find new and innovative.
When a tree falls, the branches fall to.
After all aren't we just a repeat of those who came before?
Clones of our own mistakes?
Emotions are the creation of working minds in unison, and that alone can create an uprising in unsorted matters.
To deal with a problem, one needs to first secure and study what exactly it is that is causing this unanticipated disruption,
and once the answer has been decided we turn in dismay of the truth.
If we are spending eternities and eons searching for the answer and creation of such a power, then why can we not accept it when we discover it?

We are a network of wires and branches.
Each nerve creates a different feeling within us.
If given half the chance to return to our sheltered and naive pasts,
humans would return to the fetus we were before time began.
It's hard to move forward when your minds trapped in the past...


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Morgan Doowrah