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My own time zone...

When you go out into the world 
And you know something is amiss.
When you've lied to yourself for so Long that you don't know what the truth is anymore. But you know you've set this lie in motion as a coping mechanism for whatever it is u think u can't deal with.  You're waiting for the imaginary final piece of your puzzle as if this holds the key to the door with all the answers when in actuality there is no door. There is no answer. And the only thing u need is time. Which by the way you received; as evidenced by your now functioning clock. 

P.S.  I should have told u the song was Dream a Little Dream. I hate every day that I didn't tell you. 

And so everyday is like the rest. I walk in my own shadow. And I can't find my happy medium. The place between cataclysmic and mundane. How can I explain my journeys between alternate universes where the only difference was where a tree was planted? 

In the grand scheme of things there is no one to confide in. Only myself and my fond recollection of a time and place. Or a feeling of utter abhorrence at the smell reminiscent of an enemy. These things only one who has experienced will understand. My thoughts are my only solace. My memories my only friend. 

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