We blink
The maroon
Hours away,
Wallowing in
Shared disbelief,
Slowly running
Out of
Storage space
By adding
Untruths to
Old memories
Which were
Made when
Things were
Not this blue.
©Aaysid
“Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.”
Ray Bradbury
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Outrageously Erratic 
Yes, we add the now to the then and alter past realities. Why not just live in the now? I guess it’s difficult. A wonderful thought to dwell on. 🙂
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Beautifully phrased, Terveen. Thank you.😊
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Powerful and profound, Aaysid. Truly enjoyed.💕
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Thank you so much.😊
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My pleasure 💕
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A fantastic poem, speaking to me of the power of our individual stories, and how they can impact our present lives. Gorgeous write, Aaysid.
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That’s a powerful interpretation, Jeff! 👍🏼 Thank you for the lovely comment.
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You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always. ☺️
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A great poem Aasid. 👏👏👏👏
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Thank you, Cindy.😊
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It’s always a pleasure my friend! 💖💖
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Beautiful! Well written 👍
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Thank you so much.😊
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My Pleasure 😇
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Aaysid, this is one of your best! This, “by adding untruths to old memories,” is brilliant. Wow! Hugs, C
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Wow! I am so glad that you liked it, Cheryl.❤️ Thank you.😊
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Philosophical musings. 🤔 Very good, Aaysid! Excellent quote selection too. An interesting compliment to your poem.
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Thank you so much, Michele. It means a lot. 😊
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You are welcome. 🌞
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