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This Place Called Here
From within the depths of this sequestered plane I gaze upon a constant stream of visions, thoughts, and sometimes dreams, now here now gone or so it seems until, by chance, they come again with pleasant joy or haunting pain like misty falling rain.
Neither lost nor found, not here nor there, but simply where I am. Searching, learning, hoping, wondering, wandering is my plan. Upon the current of my mind, I map this place of hidden space that haply I may yet unwind the troubles, problems, doubts, and fears that are not solely mine.
You may follow me into my dream. Who knows what you will find? Fractured fragments, broken dreams, visions of a better time, hope, despair, or tangled cares: a mirror of your self? Beware! Remember how to realign the eye that sees within your mind lest you become adrift like me upon your mental sea.
From within the depths of this sequestered plane I gaze upon a constant stream of visions, thoughts, and sometimes dreams, now here now gone or so it seems until, by chance, they come again with pleasant joy or haunting pain like misty falling rain.
Neither lost nor found, not here nor there, but simply where I am. Searching, learning, hoping, wondering, wandering is my plan. Upon the current of my mind, I map this place of hidden space that haply I may yet unwind the troubles, problems, doubts, and fears that are not solely mine.
You may follow me into my dream. Who knows what you will find? Fractured fragments, broken dreams, visions of a better time, hope, despair, or tangled cares: a mirror of your self? Beware! Remember how to realign the eye that sees within your mind lest you become adrift like me upon your mental sea.