No rhyme or reason.
They float like wisps of cloud or fog.
Not solid enough to see the outlines.
My grasping hand moves right through them.
Phantoms of thought.
Echoes of what could be, what was, what is.
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Thoughts without theme drift through my head.
No rhyme or reason. They float like wisps of cloud or fog. Not solid enough to see the outlines. My grasping hand moves right through them. Phantoms of thought. Echoes of what could be, what was, what is. Photo social.cut
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