for each picture taken be another hollow gap to leave your mind
and of that be left vacant for the ghost of the past to haunt
never will it ever be such easy task for these presence dissolved
as though they meant nothing
no, they really meant nothing
this reality that has existed in circular formations beneath a dream
dismissed as an affair forlorn, forsaken,forgotten and dead.
and live this being with the hurricane of the sweetness of memories soon to be,
soon to reverse as a prison,
soon to pest the heart,
soon to devour sanity within.
in present, no, past tense rather, let this be light.
the light to blind profound stupidity that man was and still is.
in light leave the unwanted theories.
in live live as a man without memories.
- heuronda the mythical dream weaver
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