BUS RIDES AT 4 AM
The world was full of holes, tiny apertures of meaninglessness, microscopic rifts that the mind could walk through, and once you were on the other side of one of those holes, you were free of yourself, free of your life, free of your death, free of everything that belonged to you. ~ P. Auster
2 Comments
November 20th, 2010 at 3:03 pm
I like these a lot Girl
November 22nd, 2010 at 5:02 pm
thx boy. that means a lot. xx