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To the stars that played with the darkness
I sang of love and burned up completely

Tuesday, April 25, 2006 @ 6:38 PM

a dream?

when surrealism slips in and one can't quite distinguish the moment of truth. we get that once in a while don't we?

for instance after a dream; your eyes are barely opened, your brain starts analyzing wad day is it? do i have to go to work, do i have to go to church or am i late?

it occurs to her quite often but wad happened yesterdae was something similar with a twist.

she woke up at 10pm and she found her house to be amazingly peaceful ( no one was at home).

her mind ebbed back to wad she went thru the past one year after graduation. it felt like an extended dream and she had just regained consciousness. the waves of reality that hit her in that one year and possibly serve as a prelude to her next transition after uni.

everything felt so surreal.



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