Inception

There’s a seed, a thought,

a glimpse of an idea,

residing somewhere

deep within the darkened

recesses of my mind.

Somewhere beyond the

cob-webbed caverns,

and treacherous traverses,

beneath layers of my self-conscious

it lingers

sitting innocuously

on a pedestal of its own inferiority.

But,

travelling upwards,

through the layers of my subconscious,

it grows, develops,

evolves,

feeding on everything,

an all-consuming parasite

that exists and endures,

making myself its own.

All this.

From one insignificant moment.