hurry up, we're dreaming.

hurry up, we're dreaming.

hurry up, we're dreaming.

k ∆ + r i n a.

"Restless soul, lie down.
Lie for a while with your ear against the earth
and you'll hear your sister sleep talking,
say, Your hair is long, but not long enough to reach home to me,
but your beard someday might be."

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2/1/12
“cold world”

what is the world? is it the people who live here? why do we associate the world only with the people who live in it? there are so many other parts to the world.

some people are cold; that doesn’t make the world cold.

just a thought.