….Are our life experiences garbled up in the entropy of death, or are they somehow kept, maybe that’s why the dying lie still but unconsciously still wept, life intentions go unmentioned but still wind up in death’s visions, chemical breakdowns cause sporadic thoughts, images reveal true feelings during that time you were caught, dark turns to light with visions of a sweetheart you use to court, sunny days and scents of roses, family picture poses, that time your grandma told you about Moses, everything feels convoluted, visions occur too fast to be disputed, it feels like the self but not the body is being Electrocuted.
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Post halloween delirium !
LOL! really lol
Excellent write
Thanks
You're welcome
Great contemplation
Beautifully written
Thanks a million!
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it..
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