Confabulations
Life, love and confusion
Frozen images mentally projected of the perfect person.
Her smile... Presence,
The Pure essence Of this phenomenal woman.
Could it be,… Physical depictions of a fantasy?
Brought to life through fragmented episodes,
simply small pieces of a past reality.
Combined to form the perfect memory.
To intelligent not to spot inconsistency's
Even with in my own mental deficiencies.
Confabulations…
Mind exaggeration, to good to be True…
The Realist Understatement…
The future points to pure speculation.
But can you fathom, simply imagine.
The aspect of your perfect mate
built around a stranger.
A love blessed from the heavens above.
Or simply a being created mentally
to fit you like a glove.
Until the pure personality of that person
shines past the perfection you’ve envisioned.
Now comes the realism,
the mental separation.
What was presumed love
now seems, a...Confabulation.
Prolific Thoughts
About the Creator
Prolific Thoughts
I consider my self to be a visually expressive creative able to paint a picture graphically and poetically. From life experiences of love, heart ache and the everyday understanding
Of how I think and move. I hope you enjoy….
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