My early morning nightmare drifts off to a place that i wished I'd never return to. A place that is, actually, a memory. And, like a time traveler, I bounce back to my past, thinking and rethinking the possibilities of what could have been; unaware of the future that I'm losing with every moment that the second hand sweeps over my clock-like face. A future lost in negligent verbs...
Every now and then, I catch myself lost in the dimension of time, moving anti-parallel to its flow, looking back at the memorial of love that I'd erected, that now lies buried in ruins. And, I, like an archeologist, excavate each bead of memory lost in time, and turn it into a necklace that I carry like an albatross around my neck.
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