These flaccid lids tense and receded along the subtle glassy surface as my eyes opened.
as the skin covering them wrinkles on its own accord. Light became a blur and that blur surrounded me as it cleared into shapes a colors.
i awoke in a dream. dreams, what frivolous things they are. the only time in which we can exist within ourselves and explore our minds sometimes outside of our control and sometimes upon our own terms
We spend our live in search. From one object to the next, maintaining key points of focus, that motivate us in every action. Some points are consistent and linger longer than others; family, love, friendship, basically the immaterial locus that fall into this category. Others fade faster; a job, a promotion, and so on.
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