Remarkable, if poignant writing. Love it.
Ran, jumped, crawled, moved up and moved down, head first. It was the squirrel. Gasping for air, it came into a small area of shade from a piece of branch, that had grown out from the outer line of the tree. The rest of the shade was absorbed by the building.
A piece of branch that gives shade,
Designed in knowledge trade,
Funky expression of man,
Anti-rhythm through life span.
The squirrel was the world of my thoughts. My concentration scattered and my thoughts multiplied. I had lost the squirrel and was left with a feeling of decay. I could feel the sun then.
I wanted to end the reign of thoughts, for it was the absurd. I was searching for the meaning of movement. I was unable to find it.
I could not take a leap of faith. It was considered a philosophical suicide.
But, I took a leap…
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