Birth

In the inner part of my mentality there’s a faint colored entrance which opens only with the key of my heart. Lying in the core of my mind this room is entirely my own. I have kept here all my personal and priceless things unnoticed by others. Whenever I am pulled by a desire to taste pleasure of being amidst the darling moments of the past, I move to it secretly, open the door with the furry fingers of solitude, get lost from the desert of the present, tiptoe into the past and is born once more.