Sensory+Poem

A New Year, Morals of the Past Approaching another massive house; expressions of a new year await me, within the red stained oak door ahead, the warm candlelit atmosphere welcomes my presence. Step by step the motions of this existence become witnessed, watching over the scene of life’s dedicated experimenters. Some calm and relaxed with amusement and laughter, Others at the edge of prospective gripping a hold on their frantic boundaries. At one or more points we are all connected; searching for new paths to redemption and accomplishments. Excitement and depression still filter the mood of the room; Waves of displacement, one contradicting the depiction of view in a different light. Back and forth, and back again, a lonely chair creeks upon its abandoned placement; Anticipating the interaction of another modern build of introspection.