Momentum
Take a moment. Grab it, and look into it.
The moments are freezing in there. Choose whatever version you want.
Each moment is the same, and each moment repeats itself.
Old snowflakes wander in-between all of your hand branches. All of its twists and turns
they have been there many times before.
In this game, winning or losing is the same.
And then it repeats itself all over again.
Your prize is the mere act of playing. There is no compensation for the time you have spent.
To me, it resembles life.
To them, it’s another predictable moment. In a blink of an eye.
I am frozen in front of the eyes until I make a move and choose how my life will go.