Tuesday, August 19, 2008

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The messages were sent backward in time and they never get there. I buried things sent years back and never find them in time. I appear to my old self in dreams but he can't even recognize me. I try and tell him what to do and what not to do. But the thing is, I have no idea what to tell him, so he is confronted by a ghost who can't even scare him, which should make him so afraid. I want to shake him. But my hands pass through him and I can tell he's waking up and we'll be stuck in the same moebius strip together.

Photo - N
Words - S

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