Was that a moment or was it an unreality existing in a fading dream as the embrace of sleep released me to fall into the existence of now?
The feeling of memory just out of reach a caller at the door that runs away missed calls of unknown number.
Face in the crowd the knowing glance unknown stranger all too familiar lingering in doubt unsettled by unfamiliarity.
The flash still persists a recollection yet unthought a negative shadow of light darting through the dark depths of the unconscious light spots hiding in the cortex.
Do we exist parallel to the lives of our now living another life haunting ourselves in another universe ghosts in our other world?
Ciaran Burke
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Ciaran Burke
Social entrepreneur, horticulturist, educator. Photographer, poet, artist and not a bad cook either!
