I’ve tried to break down time, but there is no sense.
There are no words to describe how it all works or when it will end.
I used to believe the living were the cursed.
Now, I know I am blessed to be on this earth.
Every life is beautiful, significant and full of worth.
We all come from where the light was birthed.
This living was never meant to be defined.
It was just a gift given to you and I.
Within an ecosystem built by a curious and magical mind.
Every experience offers the soul to feel more alive.
To change the familiar Into your own unique encounter of this life.
Often times I find my eyes chasing species with wings into the sky.
Daydreaming that I too can fly.
I wonder if I as a human will ever get to experience that type of freedom wings bring.
There has to be a freedom similar for us human beings.
Is it death, is that where such a freedom will meet me?
I know I should be grateful I have lungs with air circulating.
Limbs that work, I should be so elated.
But recently I’ve been mind traveling.
It’s my way of vacationing.
Teleporting mentally.
You’d think it would be free.
But it is heart taxing.
It’s the one place I still have everybody.
Alive, living life.
Still, there are some memories I can’t find.
Their locations has been turned off.
It’s my prefrontal cortexes’ fault.
It did a great job suppressing negative thoughts.
Lessening the outgoing signals the amygdala gave off.
Which also blocked my memory log.
So, I am here trying rewind a timeline that has many missing slots.
Painful moments.
My memory got clever and protected me. by blurring their visuals and muting their AUXILIARY.
This magical body knew what to do to get me from point A to point B.
A magician created you and me.
Who meticulously planned how his tiny creations will self sustain and survive this living.
Abracadabra, and poof the existence of you and me.
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