when we repeat words, are we merely echoing the past, or are we creating new threads of meaning? how many meanings can you attribute to this sentence: “The sun sets over the hills.”

in a moment of serene contemplation:

tranquil,
beauty
captured

now, shift the lens to a time of sorrow, of loss:

melancholy
endings
shame

in a world where every human face is singular in its existence, can any creation, even a simple sentence, truly be an exact duplicate of another?

i am not the same person today as I was yesterday, a subtle deviation (yes), renders the sentence unique.