Every Picture Tells a Story

16 05 2012

The witness, originally uploaded by psuba98.

Its a neighbourhood. There are many personalities, all beginning to develop, some formed in the womb, others forged by nurture and an errant gene perhaps. The feelings are there, close to the surface, floating past on a still stream of emotional kinetic tide, waiting for the right temperature and chemical or neurobiological mix of another entity. It only takes one second, and in a few years a simple push can have so much more meaning. . .for now its just a moment, a fleeting challenge, forgotten later by all. . .except the witness. . .




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