I will always find my way back
home is behind my eyes, it's behind my eyelids when I close them. Home is the vision of you in my head, dancing around my thoughts and singing along with my love of you.

Home is where you are, and you will always be with me.

January 17 2012, 11:51 PM

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FrenchFriedTofu:
Hyperreality & Liminality When I open the page, I slip into a reality outside my own.I drift between the lines and lose myself.It fills me with dreams, and the stimulating awe consumes me.Unsure where my breath ends and where the book comes to life,I allow myself to free fall into the curious fallacythat literature presents for me.But the suspension ends, despite my love of time’s slowing and I land in the cushion of reality, awakened from my slumber with refreshed, awe-filled eyes.

FrenchFriedTofu:

Hyperreality & Liminality
When I open the page, I slip into a reality outside my own.
I drift between the lines and lose myself.
It fills me with dreams, and the stimulating awe consumes me.
Unsure where my breath ends and where the book comes to life,
I allow myself to free fall into the curious fallacy
that literature presents for me.
But the suspension ends, despite my love of time’s slowing
and I land in the cushion of reality,
awakened from my slumber with refreshed, awe-filled eyes.
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