Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Lives I'm Not Living

All of those books, paintings, fables, and fire-side stories... all thrown into a single moment of reading and observation -  a window in the imagination that opens and closes mercilessly.  Leaving fragments of nostalgia and fantasy scattered throughout our life and memory.  Something that appears to be reality for seconds - soon fading into the shadows of the walls and whispering for me to follow it into another dimension.   My bones strain under the weight...

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