Imagine thousands of thin sheets of a specific material stacked on top of each other, spread out horizontally 360 degrees until eternity.

Each layer is individual and separate. All are unrelated in any way other than being a very thin layer.

Millions of worlds multiplied by numbers uncountable

All the layers separate. Never one. Never merging or mixing.

Now imagine being able to exist as whole on each and every one. Able to travel from layer to layer as easy as a leaf falls from a tree.

This is, my world.

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There are certain moments that must and just have

to be…

It can never be denied or rejected

It can never be totally embraced as to do so would and could destroy, thus

a conundrum…

Such the luck of memory and remember

Such the beauty of being able to tender

Such the folly of being any other

It was and is a gift received that no matter how bitter or sweet or long or short

no matter the time or day or year

it is and was wonderful and just that one micro-second will rank as one of the best and always be

such to remember.