Ask me where my favourite place is?
I just love moments, times.
There was paris, listening to songs in the pouring rain, deep at night, exploring new worlds, new friendships, jumping, and falling.
There was greece, on the coast, as the wind battered on, whispering verses of fabled poetry, as craze ran through my head.
There was the soulful music on the embankment, the good company, the irresistible charm of darkness, and songs i’d sing as if they meant something, and that city beat.
There were the flower filled fields of heavenly life, at the temple of dionysus, where lying down, the world and all its words seemed to flow before me
A clouded, or not so clouded, view of the world, religon, racism, and happiness. Decide for yourself.
