There is this marvelous, wonderful, colorful dream that the heart cannot stop weaving. Mesmerized by the tapestry of that dream it refuses to see the un-attainability, the distance between the fantasy and reality. Severely stung by its object of desire a pain - sharp and sweet pierces through the heart ever so so so so slowly. Currents of pleasure and pain and pleasure and pain alternating in spasms. Every spasm matching each breath of air concocting a wicked cocktail of pleasure, pain and life. Intoxicated the heart goes on and on and on and on desiring its object of desire !
