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Gone forever is the past, yet here I am, reliving and reliving and reliving in it. Also, however, is an alternate version of myself, living in the future. Beneath me, a cat curling itself against my leg to let me know he is here, waiting to be petted. Me, wanting to do everything else except pet it. Why am I, anyway? It’s ridiculously funny. (In that trip, the one that was a clear kind of fucking psycho-dream-wrapped truth.

I know I’m being very wordy lately. And to whom should I apologize?

A song is a place to meet, at any time and at any place. A vibrational frequency which can exist inside an Other Dimension – a place in time; Where ghosts of the living can separate from their bodies and enter into awareness of the other – yes, in different Space and Time.

Yes, maybe even individuals a thousand years apart.

What is doom anyway? Let’s see:

Did you know you can drown in your personality? Did you know you could drown in the personality of others? I’ve been drowning all week. I’m tired. All is well, but oh god am I so happy the season is changing. The evenings will be dark and lit by amber lights; the daylight will bring prisms from my hanging crystals. I’ll make cookies. We will make stews. We will hike and eat out more. I will hope for regular dreams wherein we meet up and wish each other well.

Author: Jen Crow

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