My other life. The one that only exists in the universe of my mind. It's called "Imagination". I write what goes on in my imagination, my Emotions and my Soul completely completely influence it. I write what I feel, I question what I feel.
Friday, April 27, 2007
The Future by Rainer Maria Rilke
The future: time's excuse to frighten us; too vast a project, too large a morsel for the heart's mouth.
Future, who won't wait for you? Everyone is going there. It suffices you to deepen the absence that we are.
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