Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Sunday, 29 July 2012
I used to dream like the breeze. Now I dream like a highway car crash pile-up. The vast expanse of my subconscious stretching out like a road on which all the little glowing engines of memory trudge along, just a little too close, at a breakneck speed.