life is a dream; a different perspective.. a different reality. something from my journal-
"...I imagined myself as I am, a man spread shirtless on a cliff, chest up to the sun like some golden offering, and I imagined time was nothing, and my will (as calm as a breath) became me as I became as static as a stone, some intricate part of the landscape."
|hairfall by our secret waterfall|
|opposite the waterfall. together they flow, and fall, and crash, and become|