My mind creates this world. How can you say I am not God? Every character, every scene, every…
A moment fragmentedAgainst a lifetimeOf similar moments
a poem
My entire sense of selfIs supplantedBy that one undefinable feelingOf a nothingness with…
Memories compress,In the recess of the mind.Thoughts confined,By the passing of time.
There’s something wrong with my head,Chaos overwhelms when I pull the thread.Nothing’s…
Still haunted by the horrors of then,
I see you sit there,
in the new reality of now
Oblivious to my greeting,
Shared by Susan Holland (source: Ashley Liebig)
Three, twenty nine, nineteen seventy three.
For some the end,