Of somewhere else :: Sep 22, 2010 :: Comments [0]
Of other places... my mind slips back sometimes to the past and of other places. The past is a distant shore that I can see, yet the oceans of time seperate me from there. I can see it, but never go there, never touch it. Sometimes my mind slips back to other places, quietly like a theif in the night, and before I am even aware I am there in other times in other places. Sometimes it seems so close, and yet it is so far.
Look out for a new photo on Sunday!