Sunday, June 12, 2016

Мечтать не вредно!

     Leaves are whispering to me in the middle on the night. They are telling me about the world, but I'm too busy being suicidal. And so it goes, 'round & 'round, and nothing changes. I listen to lies, but not to leaves.
     I shall paint all day. And build a house in the woods. I will befriend animals & sprits, and fly around our kingdom. I will have amazing conversations, and do yoga, and read all the books there are. I will tap into the collective consciousness and.
     This world is mine.

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