A year since I entered anything. The last time was a blur of fog and misty memories. I am amazed at the details slowly melding into a background of patterns..some things are clear. Other images fade and swirl.
Enigmas.
Fences are put up between the stories, the fantasies and the realities. Time becomes more of an illusion than ever. Lost in a memory or in the writing, I emerge to my "day job" feeling disoriented.
No. I don't have Alzheimer's. I have always been credited with being imaginative. Gram said I was highly imaginative...too much for my own good...that last according to my mother.
Can one really travel back in time? During these moments, I feel that I can...that I have. This life and past lives traveling through all at once...intact but fragmented all at the same time.
Enigmas.
Fences are put up between the stories, the fantasies and the realities. Time becomes more of an illusion than ever. Lost in a memory or in the writing, I emerge to my "day job" feeling disoriented.
No. I don't have Alzheimer's. I have always been credited with being imaginative. Gram said I was highly imaginative...too much for my own good...that last according to my mother.
Can one really travel back in time? During these moments, I feel that I can...that I have. This life and past lives traveling through all at once...intact but fragmented all at the same time.
