Sunday, July 5, 2009
They say a man always reflects on life when being on the verge of death. He remembers his childhood and sees a clearer picture of his surroundings. Everything becomes instantly brighter, and his vision becomes grateful. His senses become more aware and more sensitive. Everything becomes a thought.
Well that's how I feel right now.
When the exterior becomes mute and all you hear is your heart beat; you've become you again