Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.
Do you like the image of yourself?
Friday, December 3, 2010
what is real?
the cold has come.
toes exposed.
shivers up this spine
winter creeps over this nude form
i resist the urge to run through the streets
raving subconscious slipping out
as words drift from dream to reality
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