Photo: RM Bulseco from Davao City, Philippines · CC BY 2.0 · Wikimedia Commons
Somewhere between the last meeting
and the first dream
there is a place
that has no name in any language I know.
My mind does this thing:
it takes everything I was too busy to feel
and plays it back
without my permission.
The faces. The cities.
The moment I didn't speak up
and the one I wish I hadn't.
By morning I won't remember.
But something in me
will have felt it.
AI 二創 · REINTERPRETED FROM MORGAN’S LIFE EXPERIENCES
