Picking The Times

Picking the times,
Picking them out,
A wealth of feeling,
All the options open,
Without any choice,
Collections from the past times.
From it all now gone,
Now not.

Feeling to pain,
Good, bad and all in between.
Pain. Total, eternal.

Asking how,
Even the best feeling causes pain,
And off,
I am.
Thinking, feeling.

With the picking of the times.
A test,
Reliving,
Refeeling,
A moment playing over and over again.

So many,
All there,
A lifetime away,
But a second away within the mind.

In the mind,
Away from the eyes,

Oh how it goes,
A time,
Picking and choosing,
Picking of the times.


Today’s been good, thinking, felt sad and really happy at times, constantly switching. Imagine, picking an emotion, a feeling, like a book off the shelf, with a memory, a large collection you can pick anything, any feeling. But I say, you can pick, but without choice of what is chosen.

A memory for every feeling, every emotion. Been thinking on this for hours and hours now.

For many years, if not my whole life, always could have mood changes, from an extreme high to a extreme low, in the time it takes to have a single thought. A thought.

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