Visitors from the other side

I re-enter my cave, and there I find everything I thought left me.

Holograms on walls are not a mirage, or a vision, they are translucent moments of the past I decided not to leave behind.

They are spirit in essence, a scent of who I always will be – not a memory, not a never-ending yearning, not a reminiscence.

I sit in my cave that used to be silent and still – now it’s vibrant, wild and fully alive.

I brought in visitors from the other side.