The bliss of blocking out reality for a couple of seconds.

 The tranquility of naivety and innocence, how I wish it would all come back.  

How I wish. . .  

 I thank God that we are allowed few seconds of solitude from the world.

 A few seconds of euphoria, to be in our own world, behind these doors, these curtains, to hide our souls from prying eyes.  

A few seconds of dreaming, dancing with our imagination, trying to change the world as it is.

  A few seconds of soul searching, looking at ourselves, and undoing the tangles in our lives.  

But then the rush of life comes back, The world screams at you again, you're thrown back into battlefield.  

 Sigh. . .   Well, at least we still have our precious seconds, our own, that no one knows.

 I cherish that thought.  

 5th of July 1999 -- 8:05 am