1:54am

Half asleep and drunk on sur/reality. Intoxicated by the potential that emptiness holds in the dark while the world is asleep, and sponging off the dreams that seep from the night air.

Catching them like catching fireflies. Missing the brightest ones. 

Sleep, child.

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Author: uncaged

When Picasso painted a blue Seated Woman in a Chair, he was unconsciously thinking of me.

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