Środa 12 Gru 2007, 2:36
With such things regulating everything in society now, I wonder of a time where things may have been so different. I see of times where things were of beauty undefined, beauty that can no longer be dreamt to fathom. Of a beauty confined to the memories of those ancient and long gone from this realm currently bestowed. To see of all the color and light as I have. To feel the naked eye pressed upon my chest of a pain which resembles hell-like depictions but with a innocence much more pure and it's transfers of marvelous mental depictions that everything become neutral. Like a severe storm at sea that in slow motion becomes placid as it never were.