Purple Haze

"Purple Haze", a phase of life. The colour that seems so calm within, so soft, making things flow and fly together. Feels so good. The brigthness of white in it, so pure. The abyss, so untouched. Pulling towards itself, like the strings of guitar, that sounds upto your mind. Its in the air around, can move finger between it, can smell the light purple haze aroma. A flower with purple haze, a flower that smiles back. A smile thats been reflected by the soft pink lips of an innocent baby. A baby who comes to you, cudlles and sleeps with little crystal clear eyes closed, holding upon you knowing that you will care for him/her, trusting you bilndly for no reasons, or say has never come to know the negetive of the word "trust". Purple haze in seen in that crystal clear eyes of that little baby. Purple haze is that Trust, the trust in life, the trust in the super-power, the trust in time, the trust in everything around, and the trust in oneself. "Please excuse me while I see the vast open sky", the purple haze of sky, which makes it more vast, still makes feel that its so small that the sky will come into my arms when they are wide open. The twinkling stars sparkle with that purple haze. The crispy feeling while walking through the dried leaves fallen on ground. Wrinkles falling on an old man's face while he smiles heartly to see his family happy... Aah! Its all "Purple Haze"....

Everything seems so-o-o-o good!