As if bored
In its very meninges,
My brain now creates
Artificial memory!
There are flashes
Of unfamiliar faces,
Strange places-
Of these hallways
That diverge
Never to converge;
I yearn
For déjà vu,
I miss the mind
That I knew.
©Aaysid
“The attempt to escape from pain, is what creates more pain.”
Gabor Maté
Wow! Awesome piece, Aaysid!
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Thank you so much, Grace. 😊
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My pleasure .💕
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Smiling here. ☺️ A wonderful poem, Aaysid. Super creative, snd expressive.
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Thank you so much for the kind comment. 😊
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You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always.
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Wonderfully written!!
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Thank you so much, Jan.😊
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I often have deja vu. It’s so strange. Great one, Aaysid. 🙂
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Thank you so much. 😊
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wisdom and truth! 💖👏
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😊💕❤
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💖❤️
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Abstract beauty.
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Thank you so much.
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Thought provoking. I like it a lot.
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Thank you so much.
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Your ability to create evocative imagery is amazing. This poem is gorgeous. 🙂
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That’s so kind and generous of you. Thank you so much. 😊
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