It is
nice to sit in the patio and do nothing expect dream and reminisce about the
past.
The
rare breeze eases you from the entanglements of the present and on to the land
of never return where time stands still and the clock never strikes twelve; a
place where a magic never ceases. In the company of the fanciful and dreamy,
you will live the life you dreamt of. Happiness and joy that elude you in
reality will be a constant companion at least in those moments though
ephemeral. It makes you wish if only those moments were longer, more real.
But
this very banality of the real world, harsher, colder and much more complex than
the dream pulls the reluctant self back into the abyss. You keep living in the
chasm and never to be got out.
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