"I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end...It amazed me that you felt that each time you write a story you gave away one of your dreams and you felt the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love."
Jun 11, 2009
To The Moon
One touch and gone like never touched a moment from memory Are you With Me? A mind's asylum tired and worn like yellowed paper dying in mist and words vanishing like lost love come back as memory come back as person come slow and stay
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