Imaginary Fragments

This evening is so peaceful, so quiet. I am listening to music; there was a business presentation to do until now, but the subject was exciting and I lost track of time finishing it. Nothing around me indicates the hour; it seems like a continuum of time, when all stands still, and the pleasure of taste, of smell, persists long after its object has vanished. Maybe it is because I have returned, like many times before, to a self that had been wandering too long.

Where does it come from, though – this passion and warmth that fills me?

Well, you can say what you want
But it wont change my mind
Ill feel the same
About you
(Texas, Say What You Want)