I dreamed I was centuries old and somhow amused by the fact that for some obscure reason I had not remembered who I was in my last lifetime, but it was a melancholy sort of amusement. The way you are sometimes amused by childhood memories; both a bit of longing and revulsion for a simpler state of mind, remembering the kind of really pure happiness
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment