Monday, December 24, 2012

Familiar.

I remember this feeling.

This is the fire that burned down deep and drove me outside. This is the vision of the world around me that stirred my soul and awoke the dream. This is the long and distant stare. This is the burning, yearning ache. This is the Time I begin again to flag a change, to force a hand, to start to climb.

The mind machine never ceases.

It must be controlled.

For Death comes swift.


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