Vortex of Experience
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Reaching trying to retrace my steps to my past self a place where I can call home. An unfamiliar experience surrounding my experience now lays before me. Shifting reality to try and make senses of what has happen.
Blurred pixels now around my consciousness my memory become hard to remember. How do I get here. Where am I goin a man in a ship with no map or stars to guide the way. The sea calm and relaxing but the winds have other plans.
Where is everyone why can I remember faces of people I've meet and know for years now just a voice in my mind. Constant screaming and crying now fills with the blank spots of memory.
Who is it what do they want. Layers and layers of pain being added as well. What is this strange land skylines as far as I can see. Will someone anyone take my hand? Help me through the Constant stream of unknown engery that flows around each of us.
When im alone and contoured into jigsaw shapes who will take my hand and help me? I've been along for eaons ive forgottenbwhat my name or what I look like. My spirit is broken slowing becoming infected with doubt. What must I do?
Now after time I've become numb just a single person never able to be free from my helliah landscape. Will they return to me and help me regain my footing? Returned to where I lost my way makena new choice a new path to take.
The roads with thorns may hurt but bliss and happiness lays beyond the pain of a hard road.
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