The voice the sweet voice around me tempts me to end this .
. . they seduce me to an interlude world of peace... They hold my hands
steadfast.... like the temperance, like the mirage they show me everything I
ever needs and like the mirage they disappear before my eyes.... I wake up from
the majestic world of sweet lies. . . A cold harsh wind blew through my soul
and chills me to the core.... The red bright round huge moon, O so real... they
throw light over my world.... I see them all but they look mesmerizing....
Their profoundness lulls me.... Those trees are no more lifeless. . . They are
just enchanted by the beauty of the lunar.... Nothing moves around and then
slowly a soft breeze drifts around me... I'm lulled.... I am lost....I'm
melting off.... My soul is at peace.... and there is no more me anymore... I am
a part of this nature... this moon, these trees...these grasses... I'm yet
another piece of those million of pieces of puzzle. ...
