Fortune smiling fondly on the face of a
dreamer; traveling through time by
perfectly recalling the events of the
past.
What are memories, but tangential
pockets of living intelligence?
The past never dies, and never truly is
past.
Reality is in the eye of the beholder,
yet people are the absolute certainty.
We exist within each other.
Tied with cosmic thread, humanity is the
ultimate manifestation of truth.
[21:27|11.12.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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