LOG: Oct 13, 2014 4:48:18 AM

Sleep is cool. The mind creates and destroys these pits called dreams. It’s something foreign, hidden, and buried like treasures. It’s as beyond my eyes as magic. Conversations with a pitch black room, I want. If there is logic in the night I bet it’s cold and lonely. This silence doesn’t mean shit.

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