anamnesis

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It was the kind of moment that you unendingly chew on;

recounting to the mirror.

Searching for the colours that blurred together

and the sounds that passed through you like a train and a scratchy wind.

You were there. I was almost there.

It was rain through a vent in the ceiling and the loss of gravity entirely.

It was a divergence in time and space.

Or maybe just a supernova; internal consumption.

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If the words existed to describe it,

they would be projected through my eyes onto every white wall in this house.

If I owned those words, I would scream them until I took silence completely.

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Everything else is a compass from that moment.

As time moves further away, so does logic and scraps of burning blue.

That's bearable -

until the thoughts that perpetually spin around your neck,

pertaining to that moment,

launch themselves into your jugular without remorse.

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It was an impossible flash of everything that sucked me under.

The way that time fell around me and I had dreams hanging off my fingers.
There were quotes from my favourite authors and poets

dripping down from the sky, like watery paint.

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It was suffocatingly impossible.
And it happened.

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ally.