Everybody seems to have a goal.
Where to go.
Where to spend time.
Where to get in life.
Right now it seems that everythings around me is moving but I am standing still.
Just watching.
Looking how life's going by.
Make a wish and speak it into a blank little piece of paper.
Fold it.
Hang it somewhere.
The wish will go to the place where it belongs.
To the house of wishes.
It might be fulfilled when it's time.
Thousands of wishes for me and you.
The whole room looks like a mobile.
If you close your eyes a bit it looks like snowflakes coming down on strings. Silently moving in the mild breeze of spring which comes through the open windows.
Silence.
01:44 - April 09, 2009
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