I told him to buy land, my mum says, they’re not making it anymore.
I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
If you ask me, reincarnation is just another way to procrastinate.
The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses.
Language is what books do very well and movement is what movies does very well.
Our real discoveries come from chaos.