There's a feeling in theses memories I'm having,
Something like deja vu, but coated in nostalgia.
A feeling that tells me where in time I'm thinking,
One for living in the past,
One for living in the present.
Why does my mind need to be altered to feel it now?
Thirty years ahead, thirty years ago.
Time, like the universe, is expanding from a singularity,
In a warm glow that covers everything.
A sense that I can stand together as a single person,
Instead of two that are separated by a span of years.
A particular emotion in a sea of nameless sensations,
If only I had a name for this thing I am feeling.
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attilan AO
I am a poet, writer, and artist. I often write about neurodivergence, humanity, and sometimes just for fun. I hope to write something that others can find enjoyable.
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