THE BLACK HOLE

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A dejavu or a flash back call it what ever, it was something that has happened sometime somewhere somehow, dates and individuals involved could not be ascertained, but the certainty was in the fact that he had felt this way before.
The feeling that someway somehow he had entered into a dark hole in space and gotten lost to the circumstances happening around himhim, the screaming sound of the baby next to him doesn't seem to penetrate the blackpitch hole he found himself in, the found seem to be buzzing and floating by while he himself seem frozen in time and space.
Depression, sometimes he call it, but deep down he knows there is no physical tag to what he experiences down that hole. Life seem to come at him in a different light and everything he worried about seem to fade away only to reappear the second he reemerges from the black hole.
A place of solitude?, not likely if it was why haven't he devised a way to prolong visits to the black hole.
Whatever it may be, he no longer try to decode the black hole, he relaxes his arched back and strained legs as he closes his eyes and once again revel in his short stay visit to THE BLACK HOLE.

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