Good Morning (version #2)

The poetry of existence.

Dear Diary,

I ziplined into a maze of different portals, other dimensions.

The past, present, future, it’s all stacked on top of itself.

The poetry of existence.

In these other dimensions, I found myself living different lives.

Sometimes I’m a photographer.

Sometimes I’m a child.

And sometimes I’m older.

Sometimes I’m a magician.

Sometimes I’m flying a single engine, or riding a glider plane, or driving an 18-wheeler Mac truck.

Sometimes I’m doing what I’m supposed to do and sometimes I’m not.

Sometimes I’m at the beach.

Sometimes I’m on my computer working.

In others I’m playing piano.

Sometimes I’m a director.

And sometimes I’m trapped in a cartoon on a TV screen.

Sometimes I’m lost inside my pictures, the characters in my books.

Sometimes I’m lost inside my drawings.

Sometimes I’m lost inside my writings, the protagonists in my movies.

But whichever dimension I’m in, I’m always right here, right now.

Love,

Käla