Mental Memory Full
A breeze blows through the budding branches of
the tree near the riverfront close to a boardwalk.
It's daylight, but through my eyes everything is tinted
with an azure gleam.
Like a filter for a photograph, it seems so surreal.
There are times when my mind sees through a greyscale
When that happens, time slows down exponentially.
Nothing moves as it should.
Like multiple shots in rapid succession in the camera of my memory.
Jerkily, shaking, quaking.... It spazzes so erratically like it has been sped up.
Perpetual night shade. Azure, navy blues, grey scale, sepia tones.
A warning light mentally goes off as my mind captures another beautiful moment.
Memory Almost Full
Copyright © Vee Sparda | Year Posted 2019
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