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“Tiny” by Trevor Witt

A glimpse.
That’s all we get.
A small blip on the radar.

A smile,
A laugh,
A tear.

No one knows the whole story.
No one knows when it began or where – or if – it will end.

A few paragraphs,
A page in the volumes of the annals of history.

We are droplets in a bucket.
We are grains of sand on the beach.

Yet we are the building blocks of the infinite.

“Escape” by Trevor Witt

Lost in the madness of his mind,
He suffers the brutal blows he inflicts upon his pride and his ego.

The battle cannot be won.
He surrenders to his dark side and disappears into the night.

The bridge of his faith is falling down.
He cannot rebuild it and decides to drown in the river with the descending debris.

Self destruction is his only method of self-control.
It is impossible to fail at that.
It is his rock.
His addiction.