A wild sensation of fulfillment.....the tongue is not for speaking only....
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music
We count minutes, days, years ...unconsciously marking timeas if waiting for an epochal eventto mark another lifetime milestone.Learning, growing, changing ...moving too quickly through youth,wanting to freeze special moments in timeto be lived forever.Searching for a reasonto wake up every morning;to smile just because it feels good;to stop in the middle of the dayand know that somewhere special, everything is right.And soon our lives are faded, the only thing which always remainsare our memories of happiness, moments of joy and sheer pleasure.Life is too short to drive on the right lane, I rather live it up.