Blanked out to another dimension…
Vivid memories inundate
Vivacious expectations proceed
All vanquished as quickly as they appear…

As though they never were
But of course they will always be…

Emotions come and fade… But realities change with the tide…
Realities so quickly forgotten…
But reinvigorated by Something as intuitive as an aroma…

You see, an aroma can make heaven of that which was otherwise hell…
An aroma can take you back to a time long forgotten…
A smell is the trigger but it can’t spare you from the bullet… And a bullet has never killed a reality… Only rearranged what mattered…

Amnesia… Can’t even save you… Only invoke the possibility that ignorance is bliss…

As we reside blanked out…And excommunicated from time… In a vain attempt to free ourselves…In this stagnate reality of ours… Without a care in this first world glory of ours…

But no care is necessary… Until that which is forgotten comes to pass…And that which was appears again as Reality…