"In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment"
Sunday, 22 March 2009
nowhere
You fly, or rather float, drift Through an enormous dark room A room of noises ... You float there, somewhere between pleasure and fear ... Your features evaporate, your body decomposes
And your last thought is that you have become a noise A thin, nameless noise among all the others Howling in the empty dark room
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