The steady beat, could be broken.... |
In this world, after a time there becomes a feeling of inevitability and inescapability. There is a rhythm a steady beat like a heart. THUMPTHUMP THUMPTHUMP and people get caught up consumed by this rhythm. They become accustomed to it. Begin to expect it. Come to anticipate it. It is the rhythm of the same. The very essence of predictability, where there are no corners to not see around, no hidden windows, no trap doors. People expect the expected, in every aspect of themselves, what they eat, see, experience; even the people they meet. They expect nothing new; everything old, and every now and then, a person meets a person, that shakes them to their core. To the very heart of the rhythm to which they have become accustomed; that they have lived by forever. And at first there is no change. No break in monotonous rhythm but then ever so slighly. THUMPTHUMP THUMPTHUMP thump A tremor. A break. A murmur that screams out of the heart begging to be let out pleading, but whispering ever so softly "There must be more than this!" louder and louder and LOUDER it fills your heart, your head, your whole body and soul like a song you cant shake a saying you cant forget the whisper becomes a murmur then a voice a yell a scream until there is no more rhythm no more set pattern no more control life becomes what you make what you live it how you feel it something so slight as meeting someone can alter destiny save or ruin your life or awaken it from its morose slumber and it all starts with a whisper "There must be more than this." |