Strange feeling without contacts or eye, displays are just crazy about the mind, end up in the sunshine of my space left, images emanate a perfect living space and moments that remains in that condition to be alive in another realm, imagine at this level of apparent reality ... pops and booms eventually destroy this invisible bond
And do not get loose, when your body prepares to travel suitcases and go to dream world as a newsletter informing you that I'm around here somewhere. I am and will be infinitely well as the whole is indisputable and unknowable.
Strange feeling, a mixture of love but not love, for love is to loose a life that suits you and it seems that there was no one iota of love.
