When the soul
howls for an unfulfilled dream, the mind wanders to the most identical parallel
stream.
One seeks it in a
garden, on a tree, under the sea, across the street, below the dome, under the
sheet.
I seek it not in
those, but in this.
Tarantula’s bite
might not be as venomous as compared to the venom of joy of getting away from
reality.
Hide and seek is
not for the feeble heart, as it requires courage to hide and creates a
verdict. It is either to be lost forever in the midst of loneliness or to be
found with half-battered pride.
Sims is not an obsession,
no, it is an exit door to the land of unicorn and Oz.
