February 2012
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Need
The absolute need to escape
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Void
It was blinding, furiously blinding. I thought I might be able to reach the sun infront of me, finally being able to embrace the heat. There wasn’t any heat. Nor was there any sun I thought there is.
It was messy. I felt it addled. Confused, puzzled all in one go, like the crossing rays of an aged television with a bad reception. I couldn’t grab any tentacles of it, it was, as good...
January 2012
55 posts
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“It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down...”
– Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft (via fragmentedreality)
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