A Reflection: To Be A Story
by RDK

            Outwardly, all my ambitions, doubts, and life flow toward a more than static reception. The sky blows through the space around me as I feel the force which must be involved with the attachment of so many beings into our single reality. I think of all the other people depicting their own lives in their mind. Surely, as they react to each other and me, the world swims in both a giant cloud of imagination and intention, while also remaining simple and beautiful in its single truth.

My mind alone seems so simple: a mere imperfection growing in a world where everything comes to an end. But, in the end, time tells that all happenings are immortal.
            Everything inside me manifests in single sensations, flowing through my complicated past thought painting a new canvas in front of my vision: vision like a periscope of memory, traveling through the area of conscious thought in my perception of the world. Together with my memory of sensation, my logic starts to compile all I have seen and felt into a giant depiction of the world, one which I can never sense in its entirety, except perhaps in my last waking moments.



            Another tempt of fate pulls me in. No matter how far I walk, swim, sail, fly or drive, I cannot help but feel that all I own and take with me and own for sure is my body.

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