Journal entry

There have been times in recent days when dreams are so vivid that I’m not certain if they are indeed just dreams or memories of a time past. I don’t know anymore if my delusional existence is one I’ve lived or just imagined to have lived. 

It’s always of the same place, though I don’t know where that place is. It’s always near the ocean, and the house is always the same. The people may vary but they are familiar to me. They are within my comfort zone.

I do not ascribe a religious or spiritual connotation.

It is what it is.

Nothing more.

Such an inconvenient misfortune this oddity.

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