I live
and breathe everything I write. I remember so much. I am sure I have forgotten
more than I can recall. So many flashes of distant dreams and other lives. It
is hard to separate them. It is difficult to stumble through mortal vocabulary
to describe the essence of wandering on other planes of existence. There is so
much inside of me that I could write for the rest of eternity and still not
scribe all I have seen or felt. Time itself has made me the keeper of the
memories of the universe.
© August
31,2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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