15 March 2013
There must be a place; a place where they still exist. A place far away, shrouded in the mist. Where I can get the gist, of stories now dismissed. To find this place I wish, so on-would I persist. All the characters and events, completed to their totality. They were once real in my head, they must have their own reality. I wish to see this place, if not, for inspiration alone; to see them make mistakes; to see how they all grow. Wouldn't it be just great, if I could find this place, It would save me staying up late; with AWOL ideas, trying to chase. I could travel space, pass through many dimensions, and just not find this place, or even hear a mention. I fear it's in my head, could it be my made up invention ? Maybe if I go to bed, I'll get there through ascension.
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The Land Of The Lost Stories • Opuss № I