Monsterious


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? 

 

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