High Tide

Web of cycles, everything is expanding. It repeats itself over and over again.

Until one day we learn. The repetition is meaningless if we can't understand it.

The messages are drilled into our minds so much so that they have no more 

impact. They've become viral and insignificant and thus vanished in a deserted

part of our minds never to be retrieved. 

His eyes were heavy with a sorrow that showed much depth. He wasn't easily

amused. His sight was vast and his interests narrowed because of it. He'd seen

the ins and outs. He'd experienced the repetition and understood the message all

too well. He didn't care for much and he refrained to show how little he did.
As a result, he felt tested of his will power, that awareness of his. 

The high tide came and went. The gravitational pull insisted. Nature always 

displayed a simple calm that no one else could. The forever movement of time

always existed. Stopping for nothing and thrilling only in moments. Those moments
were stored and they were chased, fulfilling that timeless bliss. The bars were
set, and they were hard to match up to. To better be forgotten became their fate,
so that moments to come with the next high tide were not missed.