I watched the seasons change and found a new opportunity.

A sinister familiarity lingered.

Something is unchanged.

The rippling effect in the pit of my spirit tells me this is more than deja vu.

Yes, I have been here before, many times over.

I must come to terms with something, and I cannot locate it.

Until then, my journey is but a loop, recast and replayed for my “amusement.”

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones