A meander through an imaginary pathway leads me to the Daily Post’s… Freaky Friday
You experience your own Freaky Friday, and switch bodies with someone you love/hate. Tell us what happens.
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As I swirl through the time-space continuum to an hour ago, I somehow know that I won’t remember much of who I am before I arrived and much of what I discover after I leave. I can barely remember why I was granted this gift, but as I drift into the moment I am hooked into a chain of inner monologue discussing the perception of Emberick’s thoughts.
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A whole set of new thoughts
Patterns not my own
Uncontextualised memories flashing along unwalked contexts
Comparing with nothing but the kernel that I bring
I an ironic interloper
Approaching life from a different end
I know what it’s like
to be you and
I dwell in this space for so long that I’m sure people must think you’re daydreaming
I hope nobody asks me for anything
Different to what I expected
Or am accustomed to
Thoughts flow uniformly
I should be disagreeing in support of my own cacophany of creativity
If we’ve swapped places, you’re in for a wild ride viewing me as an outsider from within
But you’ve created serenity out of souciant numbness.
From this angle I appreciate your simple flows of thought
If more people were this structured
Everything would be more efficient
Even your thoughts are proofread.
So uh, what about the interloper
You hardly remember
Betrayed by a tear drop
Ah, so you avoid remembering
I made scars from wounds inflicted upon big perceptions of truth
But not all is lost
Regret the chance not taken
Don’t dwell on the past
It just wasn’t meant to be
C’est las vie
That door is locked.