Who says this is reality?
Who says the person we see in the mirror
Doesn't see us too?
When they live a different life
And come to the mirror when we do.
Do we imagine the other dimension
Or does the other dimension imagine us?
Or both, perhaps
And see, we couldn't care less
Regardless.
Time rolls like the wind
In pretty little gusts
Or evil torrents
But it rolls on, it does
Within both dimensions.
And these two dimensions
Both alike yet so different
Roll like time
And both time and dimension
Leave the little things in its courses to wonder.
Hrm interesting. I felt a serious/ angry tone. Not sure if that was the intention, but somehow that's what it told my heart. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteIt's almost a tribute to the story I am writing. Was it slightly curt sounding to you really? But it was rather serious. "Dimensional Analysis," indeed it must be rather serious! Ha!
ReplyDeleteOh yay I got the tone :D
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