'Tis the unpredictable awaited time..
My time to dive into my collateral reality..
My reality is a rigorous one full of suspicion and emotions..
'Tis in an awful contrast with this world, the most common one..
I lost lust for that world..
Saturday 4 September 2010
Astral Projection
How could my presence here, now with these folks be justified?
How could my deeds be explained? What are these foolish words coming out of my mouth?
'Tis not supposed to be me, is it?
Whose image is that on the pier glass? Is it mine?
Who am I before all else?
Who art thou young man?
Art thou me or barely a mere physical recipient?
For how long are we destined to be tied by our bondage?
How could my deeds be explained? What are these foolish words coming out of my mouth?
'Tis not supposed to be me, is it?
Whose image is that on the pier glass? Is it mine?
Who am I before all else?
Who art thou young man?
Art thou me or barely a mere physical recipient?
For how long are we destined to be tied by our bondage?
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