We live many lives within one lifetime. I’ve lived several myself. If I skip the majority of my childhood years there’s still so much to report. Sometimes, when I close my eyes and let my mind drift an astral projection type of travel takes over my thoughts and I fly through the gossamer of tangled time. The relationship between my mind and body gets hazy as my memories take to the air and this is where the magic lives and it’s unique special and rare. I can be anywhere or I can be nowhere at all but for those I’ve lost it’s my own metaphysical vaulted world. So many people frozen in time wait anxiously there…for me. These aren’t ghosts or spirits or souls waiting with their cares. They are just my visions of memories from yesteryears. If you travel back to a previous thought from a previous time are you not in some unexplainable way, there in this photo prison of memorized images? I don’t know because I’m never quite sure but I’ll keep meeting up with you (all) if you keep wishing me there…and it’s a good thing I can fly but it’s our secret for just us to share.
What my dog would say…
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