I am sitting on the terrace plugged in,(Time Flies-Porcupine Tree)surrounded by dancing silhouette of the green beings on a full moon night, where a clear glowing sliver light is flickering faintly, an ecstatic effect created by monsoon clouds, being drifted away by the soothing wind which kisses the leaves as it passes by,(Clocks-Coldplay). The chill is now creeping me out but my subconscious is waging and winning every war against the most logical arguments put forth by my consciousness, (Carnival of Rust-PotF). I know I am not a were-wolf, still I am attracted to this white object floating above, revolving meaninglessly around another one who is constantly falling for the one it wishes to meet,(Fear of a Blank Planet-Porcupine Tree) oblivious to the fate that all are just space dust, being carried away by that divine current where everyone travels once in a while, as they loose control over their thoughts.
Good night guys.(Sentimental-Porcupine Tree)
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