circle

What I imagined to be a circle turned out to be a spiral. A spiral in time and mental state in which we come back again and again to states that give us a frightening sense of deja vu. Sometimes we want to reach out and touch the other arm of the spiral. So tantalizingly near. And other times, we just wish we would move on, quickly away and outward from this place.

It's a three dimensional spiral though, jumping up and falling down when looked at in a profile view. That is why sometimes, we have only the vaguest sense that we have been in a similar situation, but we really dont care. It's because we cant see clearly that we have been here. Or somewhere near here.

The spiral goes on forever, snaking outward from the center, till all that we can see when we look back is a nebulous pit that ignites a dim memory.