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December 16, 2002 Everything is ordinary, mundane, normal and so am I. It’s a world without any color, no sound, no movement, time stands still here. But every once in awhile, when I cannot take it anymore, when I don’t want to feel like me, there is a call, supernatural like a mother’s love. Like a magnet I’m lured towards it, immediately I leave my black and white world and soar towards the sky like a vapor or a mystical creature, no longer human. Everything is familiar; all memories come rushing back, like a past life. I’m not ordinary anymore; I’m no longer me, maybe even a myth, anything but human. I assume my favorite place in this colorful dream, I know where everything goes, my hands run through the cloud I sit on, sometimes the fingers slip away but mostly I’m able to grasp it and become one with it. My hair half resting on the cottony mounds and half blowing in the breeze. I close my eyes and forget where I come from or even where I’m going, whatever matters is now and how I feel. No matter how long I stay it always feels like a blink, a mini second. Every time I have to leave I always pray that the next time would be forever. As soon as the prayer is over I’m back to my colorless world and waiting for that call again… (1:21 AM) ~`~
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