an empty carousel at sunset
My own piece of cyberheaven used as a medium to express my misery in life or to display my lame attempts at being substantive.
Friday, August 9, 2013
3:11 AM
It suddenly had this strange sense of time and duration moving in both forward and backward directions. It couldn't recognize itself, even though everything was familiar. And as it tried to anchor itself on some sort of reality, to grasp on to some sort of immovable origin, it realized it could no longer feel itself as the All and Everything it once was.
I am but a mere particle in this universe.
I am a part of the universe.
The universe is within me.
Every experience: success, downfall, heartbreak I owe to it.
Never really thought I'd see such comparison to my life last year..

by Christopher Aronson