05/28/2021
Nordnase
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A little bit of (short) ideal world....
The day ends.
The sun is already sleeping behind the trees, a last silent blue still shines above the firs.
In a moment, the all-glowing one closes her eyes and I enjoy this moment of silence and the quiet farewell of the day.
There is nothing more beautiful and peaceful.
May time simply stand still.
This one moment.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow, we're going to save the world. I'm sure we will. We'll keep trying.
Against the darkness.
We can't help it.
A drop wets my skin. Tart herbal delight in the rainbow garden. Roses in leather pants sing their song, they're so cool. Suspenders in vanilla holsters, they strut through my garden, spreading grated almonds and withered fruit.
They wander over woods, resins and all manner of plants, I follow them. I close my eyes and suck up every particle of scent through my battered nose.... (yes, it can still smell, despite testomania...)
What a potpourri...
Peaceful soft amber follows warmly.
Wrapped in a vanilla blanket.
I pull out the pillows and curl up in my blanket.
Good night.
To all of you.
Everything will be fine.
Hopefully.
The sun is already sleeping behind the trees, a last silent blue still shines above the firs.
In a moment, the all-glowing one closes her eyes and I enjoy this moment of silence and the quiet farewell of the day.
There is nothing more beautiful and peaceful.
May time simply stand still.
This one moment.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow, we're going to save the world. I'm sure we will. We'll keep trying.
Against the darkness.
We can't help it.
A drop wets my skin. Tart herbal delight in the rainbow garden. Roses in leather pants sing their song, they're so cool. Suspenders in vanilla holsters, they strut through my garden, spreading grated almonds and withered fruit.
They wander over woods, resins and all manner of plants, I follow them. I close my eyes and suck up every particle of scent through my battered nose.... (yes, it can still smell, despite testomania...)
What a potpourri...
Peaceful soft amber follows warmly.
Wrapped in a vanilla blanket.
I pull out the pillows and curl up in my blanket.
Good night.
To all of you.
Everything will be fine.
Hopefully.
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