Proverbs 28:26 

26 The one who trusts in his own heart is a fool,
but the one who walks in wisdom will escape.

How oft does it happen to fall in love with a memory?

It’s almost then like time stood still and none are really aging

Where does that originate this escape from reality?

Why is this stored in memory-banks and appears in thoughts’ a-raging?

What is it in our structure? Is it hidden dissatisfaction?

Why does it surface now and then to misguide the intent of love?

What if this happens often and dissects reality into fractions?

So scattered they can’t be trusted as to escape tactics from above

Jan Wienen