The bench is a guilty pleasure, where moments are allowed to last; the bench stays fixed, while you travel to the past.
A reflection, but not set in, a linear or mirror truth, but a quantum-contemplative, acceptance without proof.
The bench stays still, as realities and timelines shift and sway, this is why most feel unsettled on the bench, and choose a short stay.
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Wonder & Wanderlust | Poetry of Roems
PoetryI didn't know the world I read everyday, had a back page, with links to other mediums, in this metaphorical manifestation of philosophical, poetical mischief. This is a collection of profound poetry experiences, exploring the internal, external, met...
