I said: "Reality hurt my world." and some wall nearby shattered. It's all been fast.paced since then -hustling, bustling, December light begging to be let in. Worn shoes flattening molehills, bandaged hands tearing mountains apart. And I don't know where to start. Here I am, standing on the banks of the Styx and I know I have to get across but I
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http://www.greatestjournal.com/community/_dissendium_ooc/417211.html You know you want to pick songs for the Moores so I can make pretty mixes.
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BUT. My mother recieved your pack a couple of weeks ago and I got it and it was fucking fabulous! Thank you so much. Let me gather some awesome shit and send it to you.
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love meditation.
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Is God a good thing to be and was I ever such, I don't know. Do you?
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and the question- i don't know, i think i feel that i am a peice of god as is everyone inasmuch as there is a god. but one can never really know. only think you know or think you have a feeling it may be a certain way.
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That makes sense. Like God, ghosts, superstitions exist only because you believe in them? But if I were God and I swallowed my world and it's now nestling in my stomach, am I its center or its protection and how come it keeps being projected through my eyes.. Fantastic possibilities, I like to think everything is true.
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