there is a constantly forming web of memories inside me.

they tangle.

patterns are created, patterns are discovered.

the word “thunderbolt” always takes me to the same memory.

this remembrance is mundane; others burst with emotion and energy.

seeing the numbers “2” “5” “5” next to each other always makes me feel the same way.

i look outside and see trees with no leaves. i briefly return to the Kentucky of 5 years ago. the rural park. i consider the memory, and remember it was winter, the trees had no leaves.

i spent the day in the park, with a girl. we sat on the swings together.

from here, the memories meld together, and quickly overwhelm me. the emotions scream, grating, while i recall.

another park, another set of swings; the same state, the same girl. motion sickness.

i come to 3 sets of crossroads every second. i see the destinations off in  the distance. a road is more likely to be traveled when more paths lead to it.

the cities are alive and bustling. the citizens are everyone i’ve ever loved.

i invite others into this world, and they can live here for a few minutes. they can visit the marketplace, and they can trade with the merchants of my heart.  there is no cost for the goods, save for some time. in the library, they can read memoirs until their eyes go dark. a library card is complimentary to each visitor.

they visit, then they leave. i live here every moment. i follow the same streets and avenues, even in my dreams.

i wonder how that feels?

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