Into the empty I peer. Vast colors of sky and land converging along a line.
Empty is not a void.
Sounds echo as I walk along the line between night and day.
Echoes of my past in memories flow through my mind.
A place imagined is a place lived for a time.
Haunting memories create boundaries and years form maps in my mind.
I walk alone in time tracing my life through dreams I’ve dreamt over the years.
I feel the pain of the things that left me in tears.
Into the past I look to find all of the things I’ve left behind.
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