The account you will find below is a fictitious journal of an unknown person. He refers to himself as “I”, and talks about a dream. How could I simply brush off such an adventure while I was desperately bored with life? And how “fun” is life supposed to be, anyway? Well, I guess terminal boredom…
Tag: Life
Last Man, Lost Man, Take Heed!
Between the deep valleys they called, voices rose from hearts to the (then!) reachable skies, the pristine lakes dotting their soul and the foaming rivers of ecstasy that fed them glistened by the divine light that was the holy response. Back then, hands raised to the clouds warranted a reply. Back then, the innocuous naivety…