after One delightfull afternoon

strang it feels

like walking on a tight rope ..

like walking in the thickest fogs of the forest into the forest ..

like  willingly drawning yourself into merky waters of a silent lake ..

like trying hard to remember oldest of memories out of the darkest  oblivion ..

    someday i will meet .... the  one he and I used to be friends  once...
    the one that " i cannot put my fingers on it now , the child is grown the dreams is gone "

i'm happy then .

goodbye .