"How to lose extra weight, And to write only bestsellers, To find your soul mate And ***** all your fears". / That's a book we we would to have, isn't it? /
Queues of our lives Are not moving, We are standing in them, We are groaning and we are foaming. We are getting mad, We are getting dead, We are suddenly getting happy, We are waiting to meet a yeti, Or to write some spectacular book, And be off the hook.
In this castle, I only go upstairs and knock on the doors. Once they mentioned, that it would be also possible for me to be falling down dark tunnels with bright stars, shining from below. For now though, I keep knocking.