Sudden anamnesis.
A sound, a time.
A season, a rhyme.
Immersed in ghostly remembrance.

For a time I am neither here nor there.
In an instant my body aches,
Longing for a taste of a place my essence has been summoned to revisit.
At this exact moment I doubt my past-self.
Did I really live in that moment?
Did I inhale the air of life and exhale the desire of concurrent vanity?
No matter the answer, doubt forever remains.

Note to self:
Stop wishing time away.
Stay longer.
Breathe deeper.
Listen.  
Devour the colors.
Echo Devine vibrations.
Bathe in the waters.
Existence without resistance.
Saturate.