If there is something to be said of anything then there is nothing to be said at all. As you lay there contemplating, the world is already dead. Nightmares won’t develop in your head, if they plague the living realm. Extracting your thoughts into the real is not an easy way out. What you think and what you feel is all that is left.
A pain, torture to your nerves, leaves a mark. It tells its story and falls through time, fails you every time. It provides your mind a physical attribute. It’s the aching remedy to loss of memory. The art of manifestation is being reborn.
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