when.

there will be a time.
when we meet again. on the sunniest day on any given season where all of us wearing the same colour of joy tee shirt walking together. on the field of love with the furry llama sandal. err..a what sandal? OK drop the sandal. there, on the very day, there may be our loudest laugh burst and flowing like vodka of heaven. where we share the sweets of smile, eat the cake of happiness on the same plate of caring and even splash everybody around with the vodka of heaven. er..no vodka please. OK, drop the vodka. and, we milk everybody with the milk of friendship all day around without worry about war nor politics shits.

there will be a place.
when we agreed without prejudice to stay together on a planet that might be - the last ever place we can call home.

as i walked to the valley of my sublime life.
from sucking a sub of lime to the walking on sublime valley phase, there wil be a phase where i might die. or passed through it. neither