I, sometimes, think this might be the way that I will die.
Butterfly dreams and dismembered body
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Ever since I was little, I dream about a bag made of rough material hung on a tree. It is long in shape and dark in colour. Inside the bag was a dismembered body. The body parts are placed in a very organized manner and would, one day, hopefully develop into a butterfly and fly out of that bag.
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