The mornings are seconds revealed to me when I open my eyes. The dreams of these nights are still vivid and I can slip back into that world. I’ve been traveling to the past albeit in a strange setting. I never dream about now; because there’s no attachment no energy from me spilled.

Old me hides in these dreams and the world is how I left it; the scene of the peach colored house.

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