Thursday, March 12, 2009

Random

In my dreams I come face to face with myriad reflections of myself, all unknown and passing strange. They speak unending in languages not my own and walk with companions I have never met, in places my steps have never gone.

-Rhivi saying


2 comments:

  1. and may the Gods flower their paths with rocks

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  2. "and may the Gods flower their paths with rocks"...wtf ??flower whose paths???the dream's???

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