Bravo (for nothing...)

Why do I put myself in the position,

where I am not to feel worthy of myself.

It seems to paralyze the nature in me.

That what happens on an infinite level - 

that if time stops.

Would I not permit myself to keep going?

What if I traced myself back to every step I took,

where my memories were made to a point I returned to each and every one - 

the very intimate thoughts I had before I was even aware of them.

When did the search first end.

{Why do the places we forget to hide a secret of good measure, escape us.}

A secret hiding place.

Where the child in you takes the wheel of a car pretending to drive it.

As you: the shoe - you didn't know needed a proper fitting size of it.

What does all this mean:

if none of it even matters - until you hear that song (from the back in your head).

It takes you to the dancing bear in mind.  

You are no longer holding onto memories - because whatever happened you don't even know.

Know why it happened?

But I get flashes of these memories. . .

They just come and go without any reason.

I see them and I wake up.

I go to sleep - without wanting to wake up from the dream I was in,

because I made that dream - happen.

And if we can make dreams happen like you do in real life -

what a magical reality it would be.

It only works for me -  when I started from the end to a new beginning.  

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A flood of rain.

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That's how I love to feel my memories.  They soak me.

(end.)

- Marco