Balcony overlooking the Past

I question my sense of my past; are my memories true or are those visions simply a movie I watched once long ago? A book read or a song sang? I tend to romanticize what has been and what cannot be again…

Another Life and Time

"Where, when, how?" I ask. "I don't know, but here we are. I was watching you walk, babe, and you don't look like the Freddy I remember." "I am not the Freddy you remember. People have all turned out to be false gods prayed to by the lost. Pretense and self promotion is all the rage these days." "I know I see your posts." "Thats all done in jest - but its a platform for me to express myself."