Time is more fluid
we think too linearly
photons move forward
backwards in time
your body made up of photons
tiny bits of light
illuminating the spiral path
Your memories powerfully drawn
remembering things as you imagine
they really happened
knowing you have the truth
yet wondering when you meet
an old friend
who tells a very different story
Even identical twins
experiencing the exact same event
sands of time
shading
irritating the oyster
produces a unique pearl
will not remember the details
in the same way.
those twins linked at birth
separated by memories
inimitably created
Sometimes the path
they remember
vastly different from the other
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