n/a2A Poem by StarkOften At times when quiet is mistaken for aloneness The mind wanders To a distant yet not so truthful reality That the future is uncertain While the past is too certain of itself Where nostalgia becomes dread And time becomes undecipherable Nothing to look back nor forward to Nothing to swallow but pills and hypotheses Of realities that could have been But never were
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