"We are all awakened from these dreams. Reactionary gestures, softly swept across the oceanic backset of our minds. They are only thoughts, winds, vibrations blowing ghostly shadows of dust and memories, filtering deep secrets with washed away silhouettes until the buildup of the great soundless symphony recedes like a wave coming back against a moon. The final burst of energy before death, a great collide, an orgasmic fright and expanse which hovers and swirls until the faint whistles in the distance reappear into nothingness. We are all at an arms distance from eternity, yet we cannot pick up love with our hands."
Contributed by: ethercentric