In the mood for. . .

If Life gives shit to you, say a polite thank you and move on...only goes to show how much more stronger than Life you are.
The cellos, the violins, the guitars will stop pulling the strings of your heart and you will find yourself standing alone in the piano room, staring up at the ceiling; the ceiling will melt into an open blue sky...
And you’ll float upon a distant cloud...
There in the distance you'll hear laughter, you'll chase it, run towards it and find a clear blue pond as pristine as the sky above, and at its corner youll meet a simple little girl. With wild flowing hair, and wide awestruck eyes...dont you know her, dont you know that smile...ofcourse you know the girl staring at you from the pond...and then you blow an autumn leaf, and it floats through the mystic air and scatters the solemn sky with its funny little waves...
And you laugh again, at the cello, the violin and the guitar...