Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Sunday, October 01, 2006
...and.. s***, i just realised that I am still behaving/looking/thinking = being a child. grow up, will ya? :(
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