Have you had the feeling Where all your thoughts were fading, Memories slipping. Present, but out of reach. But within reach. Locked away, but still alive Yet fresh in my mind. If it's so clear to remember, why can't I? Because I can, but I can't. I feel the memories. I don't see them. I sense the thoughts, But I can't properly think. It's like a dream, Something you experienced, Something you can remember, But it slips away as you try. But it was definitely real (in your mind)- That's the difference between memories, And dreams. Dreams can fade, unless they're profound enough. Memories appear to fade, But memories are always so powerful That nothing can wipe them. They are merely hidden in plain sight. Waiting, for the day They will be recalled. And that day might come, Or it might not.
Do you believe That there's the possibility of different worlds Made of different physics, Different creatures, Different terrain? Do you believe, That it's possible That the whimsies and fancies Narrated in every story And dreamt by every child Really exist? You'll probably tell me, "Ohhh what childish nonsense Ohhh you're such a kid It does not do to dwell in fantasies-" But guess what There are more creatures out there, There are more creatures that dwell In those very fantasies Of millions of dreams Of millions of minds. Do you believe, That every character in every story, Not only books - but every STORY, Truly exists, in a hologram, Or in a parallel universe? You don't need to believe. Because I do. I truly believe that every bit of nonsense, Chatter, musings, dreams, fantasies - They all exist. If not here, then someplace else. Lan...