Is it good to revisit and relive our memories? Or should we detach ourselves from sensory pleasures and just witness the tangible and the intangible from afar?
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Memories are like unveiling a colossal repository to access a visage of cognitive moving blurry images that lie archived in our minds. As cryptic as it may sound, experiences that were once a part of our reality are now mere vicissitudes of our empirical existence, thriving in a dimension parallel to ours.
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What a trajectory! Our brain is a mélange of infinitesimal atoms congealed together and programmed to meticulously perform certain functions for our optimal survival. It's so aesthetically created and defined that its synergy cannot be fathomed, and this powerhouse of an organ restores and rejuvenates us in ways beyond the human eye can intercept and is the reason for our existence.
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Inside this vault lie the kaleidoscope of colorful sensory descriptions that are safely ensconced and inhabit a space in our consciousness. When tapped into this deep vortex of experiences that lie beyond the concept of time, our memories (thoughts/emotions from our past) have a propensity to converge and influence our present.
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These neural pathways are like a labyrinth that weave and enmesh with each other to form conduits that under perfect circumstances and complete awareness, act like a portal to dimensions beyond our current reality, transporting us to witness a cornucopia of experiences that transpired with us somewhere in this existence of life.
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Memories
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Arrives with abated breath
beyond our sensory control
bringing vivid impressions of days gone by
a shadow consistently unfolds.
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Who possesses control
and mastery over their thoughts?
As I lay awake ruminating
emotions deeply entrenched
in the withering crevices of my heart.
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Memories unfurl the deepest desires
secrets that lie dormant within
surviving and thriving in a dimension
yonder the feelings explode.
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Evoking pain and pleasure
darkness and light
entwined in this play of luminescence
“detach, detach”, the wise say
as I juggle this game of duality.
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Observing this dance of life
weathering the flow of emotions
performing my role for I exist.
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What is reality then? I question
for no answers pass the test of time
traversing the realm
between memories and I.