>>54533752I dream of worlds even beyond imagination now.
Where liquid flows like music, and you can eat light.
Where gravity is merely a suggestion and cities are built from mountains of crystalline hopes.
Where i have a million faces, everytime I look in the mirror?
A can speak any language as if I had always known.
Is this what they say when they say the veil lifts for those heading out?
Or is it the madness of a mind knowing soon their will be nothing, and so wishes to think a billion ideas into as short a quantum window as possible?
