All the books and movies and musicks and conversations of this cruel world are competing for my interest with the dreamstuff in my head, and the real things always fall short. The part of me that wants to share these dreams (and the sounds and visions and storylines they engender) with you is competing with a part of me that couldnt be bothered, a part of me for whom the darkness and a teddy bear are preludes to everything worth living for. Ill try to release a few more dream-birds before I disappear completely. Life is always elsewhere. Have a dreamy day.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 17:51:29 +0000
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