My thoughts are chaos
No reason or rhyme
Belonging nowhere
In space or in time
Neither coming or going
Not inside or out
Because there never really was a box.

(Why didn't you tell me?)

The things that we cling to
The things we hold dear
Familiar faces of loved ones
Their voices we hear
The sensation of rain
As it falls on your face
A smell that takes you back
To a long remembered place
THEY ONLY EXIST RIGHT NOW.

…And only in YOUR reality.

Because your reality and mine
Are not the same.
It's all just a matter of perception
Which differs as much as opinion.
We only share this moment
And perhaps the next if we so choose
Which we will, because that's
What we've been conditioned
to think should happen,
therefore we make it so.

We don't question our existence

We just ARE….

FOR NOW.


The date's not important—Time isn't real anyways.