

...There is a point when sleeping becomes a remedy to the world, and dreams are more real than people could ever be; where a night is eternal and fresh as living. But there is a point when realization seeps back as a darkening fog, and slowly the clean plaster ceiling ceases to flicker with faces of friends and memory. The color drains, save for a flash of blue, a hint of red, quickly then immaterial behind phantom lashes and changes in heart. As if the director threw in a splash of color -for emphasis, he says- that simply makes you hunger for more. What if this world, this film, these dreams were not so monochrome? But all must fade to grey, a...
White Raven
that uhmm...nice of you....
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Unexpected changes from head to toe.
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It would be so perfect
If you would just fall out the window
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~WeArePolaroid
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