Year of Creation: 2021 | Published: 2021-05-17 | Theme: Psychology

I hear the sound of waves coming up and
washing over my thoughts as I stand here
in isolation.

Like others, I am a library of information,
only to be relinquished after passing
through life.

Why must these thoughts, information and
images be lost on most of us through our

Why not preserve our thoughts, much like
the writer’s narrative or the artist’s painting,
or they will be lost forever.

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