Your brain is a forest,And the nerves are trees.When the branches touch,Snaps jumps between the leaves.
—Rich Shapero
Not that it matters, when you dream, there’s no outside or in. Your mind is an unimaginable bloom. A willow catkin as big as the moon. With billions of anthers, shaking pollen like stars. It...
Is this what it’s like? he wondered. When you’re about to die? One hand stretched back to someone who cares for you, the other reaching for a place you can’t see.
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