Out of body

What if you were living your life and another's 
feeling the sun scorching down on your face in a summer that is winter
walking down busy streets with thoughts running through your mind that are not yours
feeling pleasure but crying oceans of tears. 
What if everything you've ever seen was a figment of your imagination 
everything you knew was just a hallucination 
What if we were just bare memories
pictures stashed away in old albums for centuries.

◄ Reminiscing

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John Marks

Mon 4th Feb 2019 13:18

Hi Chloe. Maybe we are a figment in God's dream of life? Maybe our universe is only one of many Multiverses? John

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Fri 1st Feb 2019 04:40

If only there was an answer? Nice poem!

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