April 6, 2017 11:52 pm
This is a story of my mind, mind you my mind is my own.
I cannot say for what you know, or don’t know. How you think. I only know my mind.
I can only see through my eyes, and the past eyes of all the times that have past me by.
A poetic mind, as we all have poetic minds, pathetic eyes that only understand things we see over time, the things we hear.