Monday, January 3, 2011
"When I Pray to GOD, It feels like I'm talking to myself"
Is this fiction? Here, as I watch the insense burn into ash and suddenly my pen speaks... I notice my own shirt worn backwards and printed on it a figure of a skeleton. A metaphor perhaps? Like smoke, it rises as I watch it lurk into a body that has a life of its own. I myself an audience. I sit in... Sign in
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