Indulging myself once again in a work/slave/student environment, hoping to do more good than bad...
Another month to catch my heroes, to rip their forms and reassemble them.
To feel complete and loved is a gift... I hope that i can trully cherish and honour this feeling... Im such a "cloud head". Oh but i do love to see her smile...
To feel part of a organic group, kind words, kind feelings, kind people... We love violence with utmost respect for each other.
Crossroads of lost time, paradoxal choices, unconfessed treasons, so little time... Miss them... I really miss their past reflection...
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• and now our shadows become shadows in your own light •
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