Memories and life experiences sometimes force the mind to perceive the present as if it belonged to the past. Everything is blurry, slow paced. Being not present, because confused, means we feel distant and out of place. To be unable to share moments and emotions. A dark veil in front of the eyes, a sight obfuscated by absences and remorses. Where does the present start and where do the memories end? This is a post-revised life.
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