Autumn girl is throwing her golden. The camouflage breeze allows me to take a deep breath. I feel ocean in my lungs.
I'm sitting on the stairs looking out at the ocean. Blue waves are irrigating the sky. Once, I heard an interesting phrase in some ad. It sounded like "taste of paradise". So for me, it's chocolate. I really like it, but... What is real paradise?
Paradise is here on Earth. Paradise is to wake up to the sounds of the waves. Paradise is to be with you and touch your sleeping eye-lids... is to think about nothing except you.
The moment etched in memory. All the best moments are keeping in my mind... but also in my notes. I like to write short sentences about everything that happened. I like to describe everything that was around me. I used to write a date... but not now. The date is just a label, is just a thread which leads to the brain. There all the warmest memories.
Even if my paradise is cold, even if grey waves burn my freezing lips. Even if rainbows goes after the sun and sky waves make rain. Even if I'm thousands of miles away from you. We still see the same stars and breath the same ocean. We live symbiotically, but far away from each other. When I feel an emptiness in my heart, when I feel sadness... I can open my notes and go back in summer. I can fell scent of mountain light. I can imagine your warm kiss. I can touch the fresh-cut grass and breath freedom. I fell myself alive, I can cry tears of morning dew. This is the only way...
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