I stand on the terrace only to realise that something pulls on my dress. I'm not used to paroxysm but felt a sudden urge to do something. To fly may be. The fernweh once again filled my inner self and phantasmagoria of my ukiyo appears before my eyes with faces blurred and time unknown. The anemoia finally dropped off in the form of liquid. The gale brought with it a hygge which somewhat calmed my rushing soul by blowing off the tears. His Majesty looked upon me from above. Ha! May be I don't even know the b of badassery and oneirataxia takes over my uncontrollable mind so often that sophrosyne is but a dream to me. I see stars forming constellations - I recognise one but forgot the name. Mysa looks upon me, I think. Decided. It's better to be a nefelibata than nefarious. The inner me, a different one - finally calls the outer me, a difficult one and the journey from querencia to quiescence begins. Resfeber? Indeed. Closing my eyes, I finally find myself in paradise, also called my mother's lap. For a better read : I stand on the terrace only to realise that something pulls on my dress. I'm not used to paroxysm but felt a sudden urge to do something. To fly may be. The fernweh once again filled my inner self and phantasmagoria of my ukiyo appears before my eyes with faces blurred
