Perception
Where did the spark of originality go? Perhaps it was never really there at all?
Could it have been cupped, like a candle’s flame, suffocated, deprived of oxygen for so long that it simply… ran out of breath?
It’s certainly more pleasant to consider it a timid creature, peeking out on occasion, fleeting moments where you might even meet its eyes. Or better still, an eternal flame, like hope, like the Olympic torch… oh, but wait.
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