Neither you, nor I, can understand what goes on in my mind.
My mind is a creative temple, with sights so unvisionable, close your eyes and forever be blinded to the peace in my mind, the sheer emotiveness of these thoughts, I'm almost reliving things that haven't happened yet.
I died in 1990
I'm just revisiting my memories
Memories so clear and concise I can feel every thought with thorough detail as if touching water.
I know who you are in 10 years time
Backwards in time is where I am.
Deja vu is an everlasting occurrence
Everything I do, send images of flash, forward in time.
My mind is not so complex, I only set pace to my own lonely paradise, where I envisage a place so close but yet so far, but only a matter of seconds away. Time does not fly in my mind
I am still relaxing in that lonely paradise
with just me and my thoughts
Lost in a boxed dimension,
The imagination that roams freely is my spirit
Painting happiness upon every touched soul.
This is my mind.
where only I am my enemy!
