So occupied by debris I am polluted. Pure life drowned and diluted. I relive my moments, at least the conscious ones, over and over. I study them plotting similarities in the diagram. That is who I am. That person, in that moment there is a connectedness to another existence. The most tangible moments are thick with smells and sounds. They are the ones I am most bound to but they are so obliviously not memories from this l life. And yet they are the most real. Surreal.
This sounds crazy even to me. I am aware that even you can not see. There is something so haunting within the rouge sunset. It taunts me with the knowledge that another day has reset. So I learn the new lesson and count every blessing and work through the map of my own creation. Looking for the key to shut down my mind, if you don't mind...but again I fall behind.
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