Memories are like a painting
Brushed into recognition
Stark surroundings, familiar faces all but a
Broken fragmented blur of my reality.
My past reality
Jagged pieces put together like patchwork.
The endless stem of thoughts
All thoughts relate to thoughts and begin from thought.
The vessels of my mind offer a pastiche of time
Emotions and events
All are mine some are shared but each one is unique to me.
Private, personal, nostalgic, never public.
My thoughts are my thoughts and always will be.