My name? I don't have one. I'm an inaudible whisper you're not even sure you heard. As I lay on my bed, sleepless, contemplating the questionable reality of an event that transcends your conceptual understanding. It's there, in the darkness, where you attempt to illuminate my being only to see a reflection of your own egocentric perception. If Altruism was present, surely, nevermore.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
My name? I don't have one. I'm an inaudible whisper you're not even sure you heard. As I lay on my bed, sleepless, contemplating the questionable reality of an event that transcends your conceptual understanding. It's there, in the darkness, where you attempt to illuminate my being only to see a reflection of your own egocentric perception. If Altruism was present, surely, nevermore.
