Fragments From the Top of My Head
All of this amounts to everything.
Black holes
Yellow ceiling
Invisible hands
Shadow puppets
Cold feet
Dusty knees
Autopilot circulation
Stiff neck
Tall tales
Small thoughts
Big gossip
Hot air
Where were you?
Where was I?
You are a memory
Real
Unreal
Here
There
Inside my head.
Based on Vignette 7
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