we find memories hiding out in the open and unexpected
what we see right now will never happen again will we remember?
there are mornings when i would rather start the day in the afternoon
there’s no easy path when one is exploring one’s imagination
imagine our lives if we lived every day as a holiday
we all know someone who could get hopelessly lost in a parking lot
sometime the next day the search for the missing hat will go unresolved
when an empty space is protected, one wonders: protected from what
how we measure time is imperfect; yet we trust the calendar page
seen differently what we have become used to can appear foreign
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