Between sleep and waking, when you’re everyone and everything and nowhere and nothing.
You’re free. It’s nice. I used to live there.
I miss it when I relapse into the delusion of being a specific person.
Between sleep and waking, when you’re everyone and everything and nowhere and nothing.
You’re free. It’s nice. I used to live there.
I miss it when I relapse into the delusion of being a specific person.
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