Unseen and unremarked upon
most matters of importance
pass with little to no recognition.
The ends of relationships,
moves across the country,
a new lover, the realization
of the truly finite nature
of a human life time,
and other events so common
as to hardly be seen
as anything but mundane.
This is where most of life
is spent, where we dream
and scheme for betterment,
and hope of even the smallest
kind. This life is unremarkable
except that it belongs to me.
Your life is unremarkable
except that it belongs to you.
This is no grand statement
of intent or purpose, nor is it
a warning of any kind.
Finish this page. Look away.
Walk into the next room,
go down the hall, find the door
and go outside. You are ready.
Believe me.
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