Is it the unknown? Even if it is known?
Is it the feeling of "flying", the fact that you soar high above the clouds,
which creates contradictory feelings...
how small and how big we are at the same time?!
I feel always in love while flying.
With someone, with something, with you, with me!
And i am dreaming, i make plans. I am writing..
And no-one bothers, nobody interferes - It is like a conspiracy!
A revealing conspiracy!
