Sometimes is the memories coming and bringing up the anger or the lust or the fear.
Memories of somebody else occupying the mind as shadows of unknown source.
Some days the beast is unleashed and the master is absent
Some days when real is the mind this is all we do thinking and thinking
And feeling and regretting and planning and remembering
We always believe the mind
Some day when we find the exit all definitions will be meaningless
That day that moment is now
A thousand years away again looking back
Would you call that memory or just psychotic episode?
Thank Gaia 