“Of course it is happening inside our head...but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
Home to stuff that’s too personal for Facebook; too wordy for Twitter; and rather too dull for Tumblr.
Chipped pieces of past, Fragments of rocky memories, Moist dreams and Promising tender roots... Through the dense of stuff – there is always place, to seep through and fill – thought grains of you.
1 comment:
Beautiful... In fact ur last post also! Grt going...
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