You might not think any of this is real. What you see, think, feel. It's all in your head. It's all written in broken words, right? That's what you say to yourself, don't you? Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe my heart couldn't keep up with my mind and then you stopped smiling and going back to reality. Yes. Reality, that's real. But I'm not. I'm broken.
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"Do you really believe that?" he said. "That books give meaning to our lives?"
"Yes." I said. "A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us. What else should it be?"
-J.M.Coetzee, Summertime
About Me
- Yellow ninja
- On the edge of the world, Far far away.
- I like things. I like a lot of that stuff. Like that thing between sleep and awake, and the color of water, and the sun and moon, and the stars and sky. And I especially like you. And your mistakes. And your eyes. And your laugh. And I like to think its only real to me.
I Like These People.
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