If I could make days last forever..., if words could make wishes come true...I’d save every day like a treasure and then....again, I would spend them with you...........

I can still remember from childhood,

what a snow-globe was like.....

One little shake and white dust would would change to snow and through the cold hard glass that seperated the world inside from the out.........
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Today just that things are the other way round ..... how it feels in my apartment....

I'm inside the globe and the snow is all around.....I look at it drift and fly by the glass,
insulated and protected, but it feels like I'm trapped.

A life beyond mist....

Beyond the mist…. blurring vision...Beyond the embrace of apparent bliss…In wait here…since all the while …cheering your childhood…Flickering…in Desperate adolescence…Now …the Ultimate flares…Look ahead…and Unleash your wings…towards the best…to the extreme…Come to me…and touch my soul…and I shall fetch you…..all U dream…in wait.... Life…

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And from some swarded shelf, high up, there came Notes of wild, lustful pastoral music...my impulsive whim(s) slightly prompts into my ears to bathe in the ecstatic bliss of wild passion...And quench me...I have stolen the boat...be my chariot to the land of unknown passion & amp; console my desperate intensity...

"Last Leave".........(Petal)