Monday, November 9, 2009


I had weird dreams when I was small, huge animals will carry me inside their bellies, trees will began to move behind me, the world was a huge, dark, cold place and my parents were just a little too far to hear me call, yet still visible, turning around, going away, away…
Now, I don’t dream at all, I know what it’s like, I prefer dark, listless nights, going straight into mornings.

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