Because I was never a part of them, they exist at that moment just as I look up the clock face to find the second hand two ticks away from the zenith.
I could never hold the visions completely.
And in moments when am untruthful to myself, I also say the visions could never hold me because I was never a part of them.
But I keep coming back to take my surreptitious peeps at memory’s leaking hole.
These are glimpses akin to dreams of peripheral visions. Sidelong glances upon beautiful strangers one meets in busy passageways.
Soon the second hand arcs down… and things are no longer where they are supposed to be.
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