The Astronauts Perception

The Astronauts Perception

Time exists because of changes we are able to perceive, of course we are built upon memories.

But we are also built from the perception of forwarded changes, things we are not able to see from our point-of-view.

Are we chained to our past subconsciously?
Will we ever be truly free from yester-day or yester-year?

I truly believe we all suffer from some kind of PTSD

Are these imprints ….an imaginary skeleton that haunts our current perceptions? 

I’d like to believe that we are not a prisoners of the past…

INTUITION/DÉJÀ VU/ INDIGO CHILD

Dreams of the future…….. or perhaps these visions happened and we're stuck in the past waiting for it to happen, living our lives….Eating free will, or the illusion of it…

Letting fate and destiny (such romantic concepts)..
FILL-MY-BROWSER-HISTORY

Waiting for a sign????? (seems a little silly and cute)

If we do live in an imaginary life (so says Sartre) an illusion of time (Einstein), 

What draws us into this thing called time? Change?

IDK

-inner thoughts of Tamarazara

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. - Jean-Paul Sartre

Chaim Baier Music Island.jpg

scars

Will you love me forever and make memories of our days in the sun,
And play pleasant frequencies, and let the truth run in anthem?
Will  you hold the fragile, when moments come back from traumatic bygones?

Cause scars last forever and you'll never see the damage done.
Your embrace lets the fear come undone.
Struggle to be loved.

Locating peace in recollection.....takes time....here...and again...and again...
and again...and again...... and again... and again.......

Will you love me here? While I'm finding security.
Whisper the words, Your crucial and vital to me.

For the ropes come undone..my heart turns a bright crimson.

And I become unburdened and free....freee. freeeeee.....

Will you love me unconditionally?

Written/Performed by Tammy Kay
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“I awoke at dawn, thrown up on a rock, the skeleton of a ship choked in its own sails.”-Anais Nin