Light waves reflect from the surface of my skin. I know where I am, but I don’t know where I’ve been. The rush of electricity feels foreign to my dismal way of thinking. Perhaps I am meant to be grounded. I twist the dial once more to my left. The picture changes. I see my variant laughing on the side of the highway looking for a ride east. He’s alone, but happier than I am now. The dial twists again. This time I am surrounded in tapestries of wool– a castle of old with a man of new. The grim taste of earth lines my lips and I am somewhat taken back to a time long before I existed. Both images petrify me. I hoped things would be different, but– in some way beyond my comprehension, they are just the way they’re meant to be. I cannot change what is down the road from me, no matter how many times I turn the dial, my path is set in concrete.
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Hazel eyes, kaleidoscope skies Window's rolled down Bodies bound in ties There's no disguise Just you And I. Fresh air Mountain peaks Oceans blues ADVENTURE BLOOMS. Homeward Onward Skyward Hand in Hand Today Tomorrow Yesterday And always My iris My lover My muse Mine.