A kindling of curiosity. The tireless search of an atrophied metallic grip found flexed in infinite rotation. In repetition, we soon find stagnation.
The digits of time submerged in plated pulp, holding on to both the past and the future. Unable to move forward, she is left contemplating the beautiful emptiness of the present.
Guided by the warmth of light is his epiphany. A spark of approach along the path of growth lends an understanding of the reflection, and the weight of a friend's love awakens a rested eye to what lies before them.
