my truth
my truth roars like a river
stopped by a dam
i am a week ahead
& a day behind
at all times
my truth whispers like the wind
blowing through the branches
i am looking forward through
my rearview mirror
my truth is concrete
like the quicksand i thought
i would have to worry more about
i am just a thought of a dream
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This makes me think of the shows I watched as a kid and how they always made quicksand seem like such a constant and perilous threat.
A part from that, I love the theme of how truth can be so at odds with itself, even in the most unexpected ways.
Great images here, Sylvia! I echo what Philip said about truth.