stories

Perched amidst a sea of words
my mind slowly comprehends
the incredible minuteness of human experience.
The stories we seek within pages
bound together and images glued along
bear merely a faint resemblance
to reality as it spreads
itself around us all.
There is no majesty in simple
lives, lives led by simple
people, lives of people like
us all. They are tied together by threads
weaved from the same crop, only a few come out
a little coarser than others. And then
it's only our inability to recognise
that breaks apart the uniformity of the world.