The world flashes by in blurs. Streaks of different greens as I look straight ahead, a different green as I look down, and endless blue going up. The nuances of the shades blur together before my eyes, and brown strings whip into the picture as my speed changes. I feel like I am in the kaleidoscope that I would stare into endlessly as a kid. The pictures don’t evolve, but the constant change keeps me mesmerized. Anyways, I prefer to watch this rather than the world as it changes outside in a blur. But I guess they are the same.
New ideas don’t exist, only re-wording.
Author’s Note: This microfiction wasn’t necessarily based on another story. I just thought about how sometimes life feels like you’re running on a hamster wheel, and it reminded me of spinning around in the yard as a little girl until I would be sick.