Perhaps the window to my soul closed a long time ago. perhaps, I have been dreaming a long time, and now I am awake. Perhaps what I thought to be my world, my life was nothing more than a string of moments and memories put together so I can say I lived. Perhaps I am the homeless man on the right, fantasizing I am the writer on this post. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
- Living Without a Home (socyberty.com)