Altered Timelines

Two remembering one. A tool. A concept. A mechanism. Words assemble. Language fails to truly grasp it. Instead we cling and suffocate the point. Replaying the experience over and over, and over again. Eventually the playback device breaks. Isolated by the indulgence of a memory. Broken by a false narrative. Fragments remain. Some are meant to decay. Some are meant to help us on our away. Some are meant to come back at a later date To see, if you've really learned the lesson. If not, the wheel spins again.