it’s 2:08 AM.
while it feels like the rest of the world is asleep, i lay awake, staring up at the white ceiling fan as it spins in a repetitious cycle cooling the warm air.
i notice the shadows of its blades not quite directly above the fan but still following its movement as specks of dust fall from its edges.
and with a cycle so monotonous, i close my eyes in an attempt to sleep—
but how am i supposed to sleep in a world that’s nothing more than a vicious cycle?
while it feels as though everything does evolve, the world simply revolves around our individual desires.
much like the white ceiling fan above me, spinning in a constant cycle to keep me cool, we choose to live like the shadows of its blades
because as long as we become a part of the cycle,
we’re comfortable enough to fall asleep in the same way that we choose to think the rest of the world does.