© 2008 Gin luna park

We’ll wait like dormant seeds for the vital signs we need; forgetting what day means…

Music: Battle Circus

I am: the Dreamer

Awaking suddenly, trying to cling to the faint remnants of a sleep world, only to find the blurred shapes of my dreams slipping away from me as my body jerks to life.

I stagger: into this new reality; shocking and violent.

I am not in the place I was when I fell asleep.

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