Written by Jacob Ibrag
I wonder what
happens to our thoughts
when our bodies let go. What if
they get transferred to another version
of our selves in a parallel universe? Maybe
that’s what we’re experiencing when
we’re dreaming, glimpses of our
failed counterparts and what
they were thinking.
Eyes + Words 
Sounds like the plot for a science fiction. I like it!
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Thanks Amber 🙂
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Your work is unique and has much soul and stories.
I hope you keep going on doing as good as you hope.
I would love to hear your opinion of my writings since I am working on getting better and some feedback would be great.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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“Maybe / that’s what we’re experiencing when / we’re dreaming, glimpses of our / failed counterparts and what / they were thinking.” What an intriguing concept! 😀 Wonderful poetry, as always. 🙂
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Thank you 😀
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Perfecting glimpse into an unknown… so good this one
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I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s wondered about this. 😊
Beautiful poetry 👌
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Thank you very much 😀
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You sir, are awesome. I got goosebumps after reading it.
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Welcome 😊
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I have wondered this often.
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Beautiful and mysterious
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Thanks Crimson 🙂
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Love the simplicity of this!
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Thank you 😀
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intriguing thought…will keep it in mind….when i dream tonight 🙂
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This thoroughly makes me think of the Zero Escape series. 999, Virtues Last Reward, and most recently Zero Time Dilemma all deal with that very thing!
It is absolutely riveting too! If you ever get the chance (assuming you haven’t already) to play these three games, it is a brilliant trilogy!
Anyways, wonderful poem.
Cheers! ^_^
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I’ll look into them, thank you 🙂
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This deserves some thought.
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What happens to our thoughts when our bodies let go. – I like this wording. You have such a beautiful way with words.
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Îmi cer mii de scuze!!!! Întâmplător ți-am pus postarea pe blogu-l meu , înainte de a-ți cere permisiunea și de-a aștepta aprobarea.Te rog să mă ierți, n-am vrut asta! Am vrut mai întâi să-ți cer permisiunea!! CREDE_MĂ!
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No worries 🙂
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M-am liniștit… Mulțumesc din suflet!
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What a thought, but this stuff needs lot more thinking and time. You finished it sooner.
But I loved your imagination, and I am wondering if this is true in any ways, then upon the varieties of dream that I have, I wonder the number of life my soul has lived up to now and experiences it has gone through.
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I’ve haven’t even scratched the tip of the iceberg haha, thank you 🙂
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You are welcome.
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Intriguing write!Loved it man!
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Thanks Shrey 🙂
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Interesting.
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Your poem is incredibly thought-provoking, and as an aspiring philosophy student I have studied life after death and dreams quite thoroughly, but your interpretation has offered an intriguing perspective that I haven’t come across before – so thank you! I love the form you’ve adopted as well, it’s really innovative 🙂
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Food for thought..wonder ful !
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wow.
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🙂
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I always think about this! That feeling too, when you meet someone for the first time but recognise them, when a place you visit for the first time seems familiar, when you can’t quite recall if a fragment is a dream or a real memory; are we all existing on several planes at once?
Keep up the good work!
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Thanks Polly 🙂
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Why failed? I was fascinated as a child wonderung what would hapoen to my mind when I died. I couldn’t imagine not being. I somehow knew that the essential mecwould live and i wondered what or who I would look … or would my thoughts just wander around “lonely as a cloud” without a form to attach to.
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‘Failed’ here doesn’t necessarily serve its traditional meaning. In this piece, it means those that have passed on from their physical counterpart.
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Thank you for explaining that.
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