July 19th, 2010

My aspirations lie beyond the lines of the crusts from the parchment-made outline that I’ve set my feet to. Only when the soul crosses with the body into a hypothetical dimension of time,  can bliss be attained; I start anew as i bid to my yesterdays.

My aspirations lie beyond the lines of the crusts from the parchment-made outline that I’ve set my feet to. Only when the soul crosses with the body into a hypothetical dimension of time,  can bliss be attained; I start anew as i bid to my yesterdays.

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