Through my eyes I see that which others fear.
I walk through the mists alone.
No one may follow, no one may pass.
Past is Future here. Present does not exist.
Reality is not relevant and those who seek to possess it shall cease to be.
None shall return from the Lake of Silence.
Walk alone through the Sands of Time.
Fall through the fabric of a mind.
Seek to hold the truth that flees,
Know that there are other seas.
Waters rippling on the shore.
I will seek to know no more.














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"A book is a dream that you hold in your hands."
~Neil Gaiman's Sandman~
"It scared the pistachio out of me!"
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"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."
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