A chance of change

And suddenly the whole world seems to erupt and turn around. Mountains start shaking their skin and volcanoes’ erupt, avalanches cannot be contained anymore; the rivers disgorge refuse undigested; fruit don’t ripe; flowers forget to bloom; trees refuse to bloom; hair stop growing; the body is erect.

Fear sets in. A grip of the past, the comfortable, the known. Panic. A manic series of action without meaning but reason flare up. It looks like a moving on but stagnation is heavy does not easily releases its victim. Time flies, movements cleave the air, no solid result.

Eventually the old sets in little ragged but survived.

It was all for nothing else but a slight chance of change. A moment of decision that will lead to a new life eventually, after one walked through burning fire.

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