Sconeofark wrote:I found a piece of the mirror last month.
It took me a while to work out what part of me it was supposed to be reflecting, so I had a hard time placing it all. It felt weird, like ice melting inside my brain somewhere.
Was light getting in, or was it getting out. We never get to choose what we forget.
I can feel it at night coming up from my extremities, I am frozen in place to the sound of my heart pounding. The rush usually only lasts a few seconds before I faint, only to wake up later on the same night soaked in sweat.
The fragmented glimpses of the world I am taken to are snap shots too short to remember once I see. flashes really, I know I am remembering something I saw but it goes away in an instant.
Some times lightening strikes really slow.
your know christianity never sold well to the Eskimo's
they only wanted to know how to get to hell