Musing on the fears of my present allows me to see and enjoy the memories of my past.
The past where my eyes where covered in the simplicities of life and my memory was specific and shallow to my knees.
The memories that entices me with a dopamine hit of fulfillment and a crashing of energy when I sober to my now.
Rather than contemplate with my doubts of the present and the consummation of my past,
I live within the essence of knowing that the past and the present are always the same,
just my small world is perceived different through unique experiences.
Experiences that we gather as memory and last the rest of time.
-Shawnavan Earle
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TALES OF A CONFUSED MIND
PoetryThis book has been years in the making. It contains a cluster of poems, not inane sequence or storytelling form but rather all falling under a similar theme. Some of poems are a bit personal to me but most of them are character based.I tend to imagi...
