Ceiling Fans & Pull Chains

The Stories In Between

Sprawled out on a dirty floorI stare up at the ceiling fanFeel the forced airThe gentle hum of the motorPerfectly balancedWonderingWhich chain is for the lightAnd which for the fanI can never rememberIt's times like these, in stillnessAt peaceThe answers lie waitingOffering, for a momentTo expose themselvesAnd if we open our eyes wide enoughWe may just find exactly what it isWe've been looking forOr maybeWe just close our eyesSet aside our need to understandEmbrace this momentOf stillnessFor what it isAnd think of nothing moreThan dirty floors, ceiling fans And pull chains


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