If the sun is on its way, then we will never die and we'll follow these tracks to the sight. now the lungs collapse and the air is getting thin, all breath expired. is too late to heal? How long is the night...?
Saturday, July 23
"The products of imagination are most often seen as deformations or distortions of the real - distortions conceived in the service of wish, and created through the sleights of mind as condensation, substitution, negation." Mary Watkins (Invisible Guests, The Development of Imaginal Dialogue, 1986)
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