It is not a tie which can become undone.
Looking down onto a single piece of furniture, one that has been looked upon thousands of times before. Just one moment of many which have passed and felt the same. In a brief moment the thought crosses one’s mind of what that single particular feeling of outcome and one’s self really was. Is that what some mean of a legacy? What makes that any different than remembrance? The journey taken cannot be lost when it is still experienced and the notion may not be required but is often always mistaken. It is not a tie which can become undone.
Whether it be in novels, film or in person, most consider it to be or if not the same at least something of one’s familiarity. Are we sure we wish to dive deeper into this odd whirl? Deja Vu or an eerie feeling stuck on the outside looking in desperately to build the pieces back together. No invasion of the body snatchers, but what if those with documentation are true? Was it was an out of body experience? Does that make reincarnation real? Is that the feeling? Or is there none? The late afternoon was bright though most rays of sun only made it partly through the window shades as these thoughts pondered around.
What next was to come? How easy can one be encompassed by the stillness? It is there one real belief structure, none or portions of many? Before the stillness ends there was a slight glimpse into the reality of how much time had truly passed. Was it only mere minutes or was the feeling real? Had too much time passed? Too much in fact that could not be recovered even in the most miniscule of manners?