At this stage in my life I don’t think I'm going to write anything worthwhile.

domingo, 12 de enero de 2014

I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.” 

1 comentario:

  1. The fine line that seems so heavy sometimes, so light rest of the times