A loving look as our eyes meet – and we both know we are
but passing to the other side.
A baby to it’s life – I, with a sigh – to my final resting place.
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When walking thru a mirrored reflection, life becomes divided.
Which division has imagination conjured up?Can reality be created from the imaginings of the mind.Will the fantasy be able to be founded in cold hard facts?So many questions from many sided aspects sewn together to provide what is born as questions of life.
A woman caught up in the moment decides to sing along with the
Although she’s totally flat and out of tune, she’s given achance to entertain us with amusement.Several men glide onto the floor in chairs with wheels, movingaround and across the dance floor, eliciting laughter and joyfrom the audience.
Sliding down a cascade of rocks like a waterfall down a mountainside, undeterred by life’s choices, falling to my death without regret or remorse.
Rolling, darting in and out, not caring what the outcome will be, just escaping the hell inside, covering me like dirt upon my grave.Markers not marking my presence, not ever wanting to be found, not even after death has taken me to my final resting place above.
Storing memories in chests of steel, protecting them from the fires of aging.
Taking altogether, pieces of life, arranging them in a picturesque video that I can replay whenever I want.Careful to not dwell too long, lest I lose my mind in the final outcome.