Just like yesterday

Feels just like yesterday
when i ate that garlic soup in my favorite pub.
But in fact looking at the time it was just few minutes ago.
Time flows differently in my world.

On which planet do you live? You asked. I wish I knew, I’ve given up on finding out, but here’s what I know: I do not live on yours.
On mine even mathematics is different. Not that I would disagree with yours: what makes perfect sense to me, with or without numbers and symbols, overlaps with common math, but is greatly different. See in my world, oftentimes i am unable to add one to another one. It feels a bit authoritarian, certainly not respectful of their unique differences. And it stops there. Doesn’t even get to two.
We both know if you don’t make it beyond one, you’re not going very far. Yet in my world, sticking around one for a while opens up, as if a whole new place, one that extends beyond all the ones put together from one edge of the universe to the other, and takes it all as one. Time stops. Yesterday, today and tomorrow merge and disappear as they escape order and sequence. Then the clink from a table nearby brings me back to the pub, in a world that is not mine, but with an incredible hold on me; it crawls in an avalanche of senses and sparks. I feel hungry and the soup, untouched, is getting cold. It feels just like yesterday.