Notes
Eternal tourists of ourselves, there is no landscape but what we are. We possess nothing, for we don’t even possess ourselves. We have nothing because we are nothing. What hand will I reach out, and to what universe? The universe isn’t mine: it’s me.
1 comment on __we were searching for ourselves in each other__
stampedewon investor October 21, 2013
This is a wonderfully delicate blend of sounds. I can't get enough.
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