Out of Focus


And as the hours rolled into days and the days blurred into years, we became blind to the sunset on the horizon and the glimmer as Earth winked its eye far out to sea. We began to dread the darkness of night when we’d forgotten how the stars would whisper their secrets into the blackness as the moon slowly slid down the sky. As our senses numbed we could no longer close our eyes and lose ourselves in the fresh scent of summer, nor could we hear the purity in the call of a bird or the roar of a lion, calling to its pride as it bounds over African planes. We became brutal; dominated by fear and a hunger for power.

We blindly followed rules, living a life of routine and frustration at the questions we couldn’t answer. Maybe, someday, we’ll realise that the answers were there all along, but we were asking the wrong questions.


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