I can feel my voice as it echoes
Somewhere... someplace else farFar away.
It is where memories are made.
I ask myself where am I.
And might I find who I truly am
Through memories of those I feel connected to.
So much like...
Does one think to feel...
Or feel to think.
Because feeling always precedes
thinking. And the action of thinking
precedes feeling.
What if the state of nothing...
preceded chaos.
If so... then what if were it only a filter
of life that contained nothing previous
to it.
It makes life sound so much simpler.
To color outside your world.
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