There is a time sometime, and a place where in the perfect stillness of the evening within the sunset serenity we unite in the glow… Blissful paradise divinity, brilliancy glassy deepness, shallowness slow and smooth… We forever are eternal wholeness only intimacy between us… Thorough adoration pleasure deep in souls with melodies slowness as we breathe…skin on skin with tenderness emotions… There is a time sometime, when I dream of you, feel caressing kissing across my eyes and hands…and a place where old memories fade away and I’m with you again locked tight in your embrace, hearing your laughter and seeing jolly smiles upon your face… Music of the reverberating mind waves crashes on the shore of my aching heart… There is a place I’m in a different time sometime…with you in the perfect stillness…
We always imagine some future self that won’t ever get pissed off — that’ll always go to bed on time, always brush our teeth, always enjoy mind-blowing sex with our spouse on Tuesday night. And yet, Stephen Hawking begs to differ: "We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star."
The rushing relief was like the first drag of a cigarette. Btw, if you don't smoke too much, the final drag off a cigarette is a powerful nerve tonic. Highly recommended. I've smoked five or six cigarettes my entire life, and each one was fucking awesome. I seriously hope I don't get cancer.