Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

The Grass... Is always greener from where you sit and watch its dance on the field Once you were lonely, saddened sometimes by staring out of windows into partly clouded stars And you wished you had hands to hold and a mouth to kiss Now, you sit holding hands, kissing a mouth wishing you had a cigarette and an excuse to sit by the window alone and search for clouds that are just a season away

The Dream Is Over If I've done it once, I can do it again. Acceptance is my USP now. Shake me, Betray me, Kick me, Ignore me, but you can't Kill me. I've died once before, I've lived many times over. So what if another idea failed, so what if my illusions got me down? The dream is over. Sooner or later, we all wake up. To reality. But that doesn't mean the soft night will not approach. That doesn't mean the whispers in the dark will cease, or the perfume of warmth will vaporise. We all smell differently at night. It's our real smell, something very beautiful, like rubbing wet grass in your palms and its lingering aftereffects. The dream is over, the night isn't...

Circle of Life I met an old lover yesterday. After a very long time. He was in pain because the one he loved had left him. I tried to console him, and we became the friends we never were to begin with. Both of us admitted we never really got to know each other before, because we were both playing parts, I of the strong, seductive woman, and he of the larger-than-life funny guy, who always laughed and made others laugh. When this short affair had ended before, and I don't blame him for it anymore, it caused me a lot of pain. He saw an act in front of him, and I showed him nothing more then. But yesterday, like two people willing to reach out and show their weaknesses, we both came through. He said he was sorry. It was because he had hurt me, that he was getting it back. I agreed and shamelessly confessed to cursing him the day he had done that to me. Karma bounced from corner to corner and landed up right where it had started, between two people. The story hadn't ended a year ba