They remind me everywhere.
The sounds too loud, the
pictures too aesthetic, the
taste too pungent,
and oh well, I can’t
run away from them.
I am attached with the freedom
to think. My brain is in the
cycle of this on-going process.
I am wired on a fence
that borders from this
imagination to that dream.
The scenes play on and
on.Motion is haunting me. I
cannot escape from this malady.
2017
chester maynes 