#undertheearth

Going back has me calling up ghosts,

To meet in the old haunts,

My past is buried

Under that overpriced earth.

I like to dig my former skeleton up,

Dust off the dirt,

And wear her while I’m there.

I miss her, my discarded past,

Those beautiful ghosts,

Back when I felt alive.

Now I’m heartsick

Homesick

Walking dead

Ready to get out of here,

Unimaginable, a world parallel to ours, Nothing different; a mirror image down to the last detail. Don’t know of its existence truly but can feel that its there, Emerging just out of our vision site of our being. Rotating on its own axis counter to ours; day is night and night is day.

Time still in the 24 hour range, days, months, years are on going, Head to toe our feet touch an unrealized shadow that becomes us. Everything formed in an eclipse, passing light hidden by an ever moving force.

Embedded in our subconscious but not reprieved by the conscious mind, Another world beneath, next to, challenged by ours is where we can possibly be totally different. Rounding each other, doing an unknown cosmic dance, Turning in unison allowing for an unknown amount of possibilities; Hear it calling to you just beneath your being.

image: Parallel Worlds by Unknown

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Under The Earth