Timelessness.
Constructs.
Step away.
Step aside.
Depart
to the
fields.
Deep in.
No sound.
No sight.
Civilization
completely
shielded.
Nowhere
to be
seen.
Look around.
Fields and
forest
as far as
there is.
Time loses
its grip.
Memory
lost.
What
year?
What
year
is it?
Could be
any.
Mind
drifts,
blends.
Sounds,
sights
of nature.
Cover,
soothe.
Tease
away
memory’s
resonance.
The
moment.
Simply the
moment.
Time’s
escape.
Soul
drifts back.
Back
to the
source
where
time
holds no
sway.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 12th, 2026 08:57
- Category: Unclassified
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