We’re all variations on a dream. Your version of me is a reflection of how you think. Reality is
not just what you think you see, it’s what you believe, your definitions of everything in different themes.
I don’t need patience to be where I am. The moments coalesce, I make the fear my friend because it never ends. Still something drags my attention away from the now. Slips my mind, I’m fine but I’m losing it.
I'll take the fall, my soul would rather be crushed than nothing at all. Different angles of the same moment is what the past and future are. You’re in the center.
I guess it all comes down to attraction, how our thoughts create action, our brains record what happened. The future’s not for me to comprehend. I’ll get what I need, it’s what I wanted in a different package.
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