Monday, February 27, 2012

I'm so lost. I'm so low.

"...No, it is impossible; it is impossible
to convey the life-sensation of
any given epoch of one's existence--
that which makes its truth, its meaning--
its subtle and penetrating essence.
It is impossible.
We live, as we dream--alone..."

1 comment:

Though I may not reply to all of your comments, I read each and every one of them.
Your words mean so much to me.