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Jul 2017
at some point
divergence
it starts to morph
into a form not recognised
behind now hidden with smoke and warp
history
no longer makes sense
there is no familiar logic anymore
markers now drift orbiting unseen stars
language has changed
dislodged into a new order
and now we forget time


@journeyofdays
one of the fun facts with PTSD is the impact on your perception of time

yeah it changes - frustrating as hell

best you go with the flow
Journey of Days
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Journey of Days  Australia
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