He learned not to explain what he saw around him.
Simultaneous timelines, parallel universes, label it however.
As a boy he told his parents about the two worlds.
They sent him to a therapist,
Who gave him medicine,
That made him quiet.
Quiet and alone.
Over time, he adjusted to his chaotic existence.
Living in one lonely world overlayed by another,
Then he noticed her.
How easily she smiled.
How untroubled her expression.
He knew she was the one,
The one who would get him,
Not be afraid.
He knew because she wasn’t in one world, she was in both.
A zany inspiration from Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. I have to admit sometimes I feel like there is a parallel universe where everything wacky and unexplainable is clear and with purpose. But then I make the mistake of being near the television when the news is on and I’m back to the reality that order and common sense have run for the hills and they’re not coming back any time soon. That is why creative minds need to gather in events such as Rochelle’s photo prompt challenge. Let’s lose ourselves for a few moments in the made up space of an inspiring photo by Dale Rogerson.
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