The pictures are fading...I rub my eyes,
Reminiscing on a dream of a memory in the past of a life..
I could not have lived.
I squint and strain, to see an image.
My hands have not forgot, the scent is not forgot.
My eyes betray me though the picture is burnt in...
This room is going dark.
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Maybe I can't see you...
Because I've gone blind...or maybe I stopped looking
About me
- Reality
- Just your average post-homeless, veteran, guy, turned middle class society contributor through struggle. Documenting his exploits.
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