and so you go in these small circles, in and out, dreams, reality, ink and skin. you draw yourself, but then you are inside this piece of paper that is too thin, and you can't get out. you are somewhere inside this circle, but you don't know where. nobody can find you. it's all a blur.
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I just came across your blog recently, and I simply just love it. Your writings and your pictures that go hand in hand--it's all very inspiring.
I hope to read more posts!
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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)