all the world's a stage............

the last note you left me, soaked in tears, was full of sorrow and shattered dreams. i the ashamed penniless watched you disappear into the holiday crowd of that bleak afternoon. for a moment i felt you are heading to a point of no return.

but today in this eccentric shopping mall of this perverse city with two naughty flowers and your man with that thick mustache you feel happy. so happy that you can’t realize me in this- yet another holiday crowd.
good old friend. live happily in your palace of conscious amnesia.