We see what we want to see
happiness and pain and good humor
everything is condensed
packed tight in the weird place behind our eyes.
visions of grandeur and echos of past times
people who came and people who went
yesterday. the present. dreams of tomorrow. and so on.
memories live beyond the time when they were created
and end when we sleep the last sleep
but until that happens the world is ours
our own
our creation
whatever we make of it
and it is packed tight in the weird place behind our eyes
brain matter