If you go back in time
the place will be different.
If you go back in space
the time will be wrong.
~
Yet, within our tiny cranium,
flashing memories
hurt and heal ;
traversing dimensions unknown.
~
wandering thoughts wonder
where those moments went.
All that was lived without –
is now felt within.
~
We are never truly alive.
Except, perhaps in reminiscence.
What is present then ? but just
a character plot for the future from the past ?
~
We are just slaves of
our minds, aren’t we ?
Or is that what it
wants me to think it is ?
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I see what you did there with the skull. Very intriguing.
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Thanks ! 🙂
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Love the drawing, love the poem. Great work as usual.
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Thank you so much for the vote of confidence !
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