“Don’t move me”, I say. But even as I sit there staring at the corner of that picture frame, my mind is racing light years ahead of me. I am calm and still. Breathing deeply in the moments that burn straight through my brain, this molten lava pools and flows right out my thought generating device, presently gone haywire.

The flickers of light burst outside my window. I sense it with my peripheral vision but my concentration is fixed on somewhere far away. Have I been here before or only in a dream? These days it’s hard to distinguish between the waking life and the wanderings of my subconscious.

All I know for sure is, this familiarity is far too real…

Half-ways through, the realization hits. That I just happened to glance at that portrait at the exact same moment when some ethereal phenomenon managed to unlock a portal to a distant memory. I now note that what I appear to be staring at, ever so intently, was never before my eyes at all.

“Clever mind, stop playing tricks on me. Not today…”

marelle

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