Chance to Remember

This is about recovering a spiritual memory.

My soul slip streams in memory to when we were free. I knew so much and yet so little.

A tiny giant fighting against the mammoths and the elements.

Life was your doing, and any gods you choose, if you choose.

nobody lied.

No self delusions.

Everything was crystal.

I should have gone to my therapists today.

I swear to god,

it was that beautiful.

Author's Note

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