It was a good day, but hey, for the first time in three weeks, I could sleep until late, this one, not that I moan about it, Jedi or Sith, I'm not John Smith my dinosaur kit is long lost, can't handle the cost of being seen as an adult, Am I in some sort of cult, where everyone needs to look like a character from a book? Charles Dickens, not Lewis Carol, no wonderland around us, we lost the sense of awe, a leaf is just a leaf and a tree is just a tree, you see, the life force hiding behind all those little flickers of light, out of sight will probably make us mad, and the mind will be gone in a place where the time is forgotten, gone and then you lost they key, you see, but this can't be all our life, grief, loss and strife, you can ask the wife.
And when you suddenly can see the magic behind all, the hidden world, and start to speak a language long forgotten, you listen to the river, you talk to the moon, and you argue with that damn squirell that is stealing the bird food from the feeder.
And once you understand all these whispers, then the leaf is just a leaf, and the tree is just a tree, once more, but you, you are not the same anymore.
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