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[810lindendrive]

sleep on the floor.
dream about me.

i have returned home
i have not yet fallen asleep
i can't help but wonder if i will sleep at all during my temporary stay in this city
...the moment my head meets the pillow, memories of the awful nightmare (my previous reality) set-in

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[thesilentline]

You know, time is simply a direction. It's a spacial demension which we travel through. It has nothing to do with our other realities. We are living in the same time in every single opportunistic life we live. Don't feel like these haunting memories are a waste of time, as they teach you to move forward even if you're standing still. You're standing on top of mountains which morph in an endless demensional pattern. You're standing on top of your own self a thousand times over. You're crushing barriers and building hearts with your (one man) ten fingers. So let's say your dreams are a new reality. They're new realities that you can jump in and out of every chance you have at sleep. Not many really think of the light pouring from the street lamps at night constantly moving, bouncing off, and absorbing into the pavement below as wonderous heat to warm our feet and souls. Let the pillow cushion your skin, and let your heart set free your mind.

[810lindendrive]

i need to meet you.