drown yourself.
immerse yourself deep
into this life that is but a dream.
even the gods are afraid of our coming,
that is why they have kept us asleep.
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Who am I? I hate this question. When you meet someone new, and you start being interrogated, as if you were a criminal. What if I told you I didn’t know? What if I told I had no story to tell? Would you be disappointed? I’m sorry, but I don’t dream, I don’t make up stories, I live reality. A reality that doesn’t exist. I’m a musician, and my instrument is time. I’m a poet, and my words pray silence. Maelström.
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- currently reading:
- The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac
- recently read:
- A Beginner's Guide to Reality by Jim Baggot
- Evolution by Stephen Baxter
- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
- About a Boy by Nick Hornby
- Timeline by Micheal Chrichton
- Die Reise Nach Trulala by Vladimir Kaminer
- Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts
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