True Bloo...

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Sometimes an individual perpetuates the occasional, constant, that indifference evolves into conformity .

On this rarest of occasions , static clings to levity.

Oil and water work out the division.



Other times, not so much.



Most of the time the majority will implement misinformation.

Sometimes

Most of the time

other times...

All of these perceptions are relative and sublime.



Most of the time , other than sometimes ,  all the time in the world isn't enough.



Easter, Christmas, Independence Day, or ones birthday , for example , are all fleeting.

It all moves at a frenetic pace. Hindsight be damned .

We look forward to reliving the past.



It seems, I pass others, walking backwards , with closed eyes.

They are moving , but the direction stunts polarity and reason.

Eyes closed walking in reverse , as not to see the future.

They are moving quickly with what seems to be purpose and self importance.

The truth is always in flux , and unattainable because of foolish pride.



Sometimes I wonder why things have to be this way all the time.



Other times , not so much .