Context Amnesia
Does the feeling match the place?
I woke up from hazy dreams.
They were full and rich, and I was excited about my place there.
But in the morning all the specifics were gone. I had the feeling for all the wonderful things in my life and my connections and purpose and so much to look forward to-
But what? This is what it’s like to have amnesia I guess. But at least I still have the feeling,
And though I feel lost, I feel that all is not lost. And that my feet are in the right place, though I don’t know where that is.
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Alice Eckles
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I’m interested in life, nature, art, books, joy, beauty, doing stuff and refreshment.
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