- - real me, real you sleeping wide awake focused on invisible particles in space knowing that they're all around yet to small to see wonder if that's how we are feels like that to me the real me gentle time within my mind the real me the real me lost in our lives empty time within my mind the real me the real me the real me and this (above) and that (next entry) is what can happen even at today's extremely low energy level when the flow gets moving just a bit for a few hours (though at work, so distracted)... while it is a fraction of what I would call a session when I was closer to me and had the time, I hope that by giving you this entry and the next together and linking the rhymes above in the next entry when they flowed in the original flow, might give you a taste of what goes on in my mind as I write... hopefully the next entry explains it a bit more... it would be nice to believe that someone understands, if just a bit better, the method to my madness J � � |
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