HypnosisA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologistgalaxies stretch across my subconscious. they alight with fire and ice and I note them over time;
galaxies stretch across my subconscious.
they alight with fire and ice and I note them over time; over years and over memories. there are things I cannot remember anymore: things you recall somehow, and sometimes I think I know nothing at all. it is so wrong of me to think that you turn in the opposite direction, away from any destination- the direction that happens to be a vertex of my own abode? sometimes I think I am too selfish, I am too spoiled, too naïve, because I sure don't know everything. when I place my hand against the glass I wonder if you mirror me. the panes are fogged, and hell if I can tell what goes on past this wall. I can feel the throb of my pulse as I reiterate things I won't say aloud from the pathways of my mind. I reread words written and I recite quotes I've found and things I hide. no longer can I tell what is real and what I left in the past. I keep hearing voices in my head- is it just me, or is it you? who knows. besides, do we really even know ourselves? © 2012 Ruminating ArchaeologistAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRuminating ArchaeologistParadoxical Cerebrum, INAboutSince 8th grade, I've been writing and I honestly can say I've improved. My deviant art account is normally where I'm stationed, and I use it frequently. I also have a fanfiction.net account, and I'm .. more..Writing
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