Para-amnesia
Para-amnesia
I woke, and even recognizing the room
Didn't know where I was
Even repeating my name
Didn't know who I was.
I wandered down a path
Familiar only as dreams are
Whose next turn I could not predict
Though when I found myself
At last at a seashore
Of round gray stones,
I nodded, sure
That this was my destination.
I woke, and even recognizing the room
Didn't know where I was
Even repeating my name
Didn't know who I was.
I wandered down a path
Familiar only as dreams are
Whose next turn I could not predict
Though when I found myself
At last at a seashore
Of round gray stones,
I nodded, sure
That this was my destination.
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my mind gets so overloaded that i guess its easier for me to look outside my mind to capture a small thing than to look inside to capture deeper writing. not sure even that makes sense :)
a dream i had the other night has been on my mind. maybe i need to get that out in text?? i will give that a try. better than the housework i should be doing!
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And I know what you mean about sensory/emotional overload. Me too. That's why I like talking in stories or in poetry rather than relate actual facts. Yeah, I completely empathize.