I'm too obsessed with the universe and all the unsolved mysteries. Instead of thinking of my less than awesome life i prefer indulging in daydreams of romnticized theories of how maybe i am just a mirage.
Someone's imagination. A character from some book. A slower dimension of a very fast world. Or perhaps a large blob of goeey mass and bones with some kind of invisible spark which is better known as spirit.
All the things, love, sex, business, loosing-virigity, money etc seem so tiny when i think of myself in this context.
Who am i really?
her
Someone's imagination. A character from some book. A slower dimension of a very fast world. Or perhaps a large blob of goeey mass and bones with some kind of invisible spark which is better known as spirit.
All the things, love, sex, business, loosing-virigity, money etc seem so tiny when i think of myself in this context.
Who am i really?
her
Or her?
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