We have no recourse but to dream, and in dreaming, there is truth and the sole lie of wishing.
So false and untrusting, there should be faith, but there is only demand. In the center, there is always want. At the edges, nothing but movement.
Tell the truth. Move in the light and be its source.
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Erm, don't ask? I'm in the way of leaving surrealist comments these days. Your story (read it both ways, of course) kinda cracked the hinges on my brain.
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So false and untrusting, there should be faith, but there is only demand. In the center, there is always want. At the edges, nothing but movement.
Tell the truth. Move in the light and be its source.
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Erm, don't ask? I'm in the way of leaving surrealist comments these days. Your story (read it both ways, of course) kinda cracked the hinges on my brain.