I seldom emerge

from the depths of Elsewhere.

 

Too many broken, 

false, and stolen memories

lie in the present.

 

Memories of a ghost

not reflected in the mirror.

The physical image,

a falsehood.

 

I collect those memories.

I imagine them transforming

into a garden of nature’s

impressions.

 

Colourful imposters.

Haunting my steps.

 

Watching my struggle

with the dichotomy:

clutching at a past

while wanting to forget.

 

Beloved stasis is Elsewhere.

There awaits freedom

from this reality.

An escape from this current

cursed existence.

 

To Elsewhere I must return, to regain the calm 

that has now abandoned me.

To there I must travel, to escape the depths 

of the present I find myself in.

 

All the selves that were, that passed,

crowd in

Creating layers of this neverending veil.

But they eventually fall away,

cease their cries,

still in the Silence.

 

I will not be fooled

into thinking they are gone.

They await just behind me

beyond me.

 

While I wade through this veil like water.

still searching for reprieve.

memories

ghosts

are gathered together.

 

Beckoning me to follow.

What once haunted me

now leads me back

to that sweet solitude.

 

They lead me back to Elsewhere.

Where I wait for the end.

While I wait for the end.