_the country inside

You said, Paradise is a country inside, and eternity is not infinite. Who would want to live forever? Perfection is not perfect after all. We watched another night float off with the soul of everything. Another moment gone, then another, and another. Spirits echoing from the wrong side of Heaven. Another haunted summer. A place where time and color move together, a place where they go their separate ways, a place where they disappear, and we disappear. I hope I'm alive when I die. 

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The Country Inside is the third chapter of Near To The Wild Heart. These pictures exist like ghosts or memories, whose details are forgotten, and all that remains is the feeling of a time.