we were once (inspired by a wave of depression 1)

…once upon a time…
…oceans of situated and simultaneously occurring chemicals…
…recalled something to the extent of…
… “you and i were children once upon a time”…
…and we were 'alone together' at the time...
...just like that song's title…
…but didn’t realize we were alone because the illusions which we built up…
…were so much more beautiful than those muted bullshit whisperings...
…but now we have grown old and died off despite our best efforts…
…and now that we see that old dumb death…
…with eyes that have gone blind to everything else…
…and can not go back to seeing everything else…
…like bells that don’t seem to un-ring…
...despite their best efforts…
…and i end up here…
…remembering…
…a dream was it (?)…
…of which is nothing more than chemical puddles that i obsess to sift through…
…searching for something i missed that was so important perhaps (?)…
…or because there is nothing better to do at the moment (?)…
…'til i can no longer maintain them...
...or myself…
…and then on to some other void or dream perhaps…
…but with fondness…
…and all due them…
…whatever they may be…
…but respectfully they were no more real than you or i…
…but with a fondness…
…and all due us… if nothing…
…as if it were all more than this strange joke that it seems more and more to be…
…of which none of us are sure which emotion to display…
…now that its anticlimactic punch-line has been set out upon the table…
…with the rest of the theories and ideas…
…nevertheless children we were once upon and within some space or time…
…as children we recalled…
…to pretend we were something more…
…than the elements and seasons…
…and perpetuation and survival of species…
…and primal need to be remembered…
…as us on the surfaces we painted…
…or us on the genetic mark of an eternity...
…but nothing more we seem…
…and less and less that beautiful scenery we painted…
…it has all fallen down and revealed some blurry nothingness behind it…
…breathe in once…
…those children which became as smoke…
…to end on the highest note…
…atop that old towering mountain…
…and drop off the end of it all…
…sometimes we fly (?)