I’ve been floating again. Between dimensions, in the moments between sleep, dream, awake. Each time it happens, I can hold on to it longer – to the limbo where I’m nowhere and nothing – untethered to any place, time, encasement.
From Russia With Love
I’ve been floating again. Between dimensions, in the moments between sleep, dream, awake. Each time it happens, I can hold on to it longer – to the limbo where I’m nowhere and nothing – untethered to any place, time, encasement.