Thoughts
Memories returning from a place once fiction crash in a tidal motion. Never believing in the past will only complicate the progression until it is umanageable. Lost in thought, the truth will never reveal itself. Asking for reality is one with demanding it; a dog with no legs will never come when you call. Creations will exist long after the creator has ceased to be. Thoughts pass like zephyrs through the ears that listen. Where does a wind die? Does it become part of another breeze or gale? Nothing is ever truly still. Thought is a motion that moves scholars forever, and opens those who choose to embrace it.