Time
For me
is an illusion.
Existing only for the mind,
offering solitude to the body.
As I exist
on all realms.
Reality is
yet it is not
I exist in a space of
continuousness
Experiencing the entire spectrum
concurrently
Joy
Pain
Confusion
Clarity
Light
Dark
Love
Always love.
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