February 2012
I feel strangely disconnected from my body
I am a veil between tomorrow and yesterday, a changing image, I do not exist. In my dreams I foresee what I lost, something that I never had, something that was never like an immutable body, a fragment of eternity, a tireless summer. I am only passing by, I carry in me the death of every moment, I do not really exist.
meanderingthing:
As usual, very rough, very poor...
“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via loveyourchaos)
How swell it would be to walk into the sea until my toes cannot brush the sand
How free it would be to run into the sea never to be seen again
