Rogue thoughts #1

I deeply care for statues poised in agony.

They earn your empathy without sobbing a story.

It’s like inanimate objects invoke stirring undercurrents of churning depths.

In other words…you find yourself admiring all sculptures of stone while the frames they fill make shapes discernible by the soul.

It might sound shallow at first. But from every analysed second, we uncover in every object a certain truth concealed in plain sight.

A mystery unveiled within the coiled labyrinths of our being.

Old patterns of thought leaving a swath for the subconscious to follow and replicate.

So next time your heart nudges your sleeve when you see something peculiar.

Remember that the story being told is one you’ve listened to before.

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