Tisto, okoli nas.

To, kar z njo doživljam ... UAAA! :)
Nepopisno, nemogoče, prelepo. Ob takih stvareh se človek počut ko sladoled na vroč poletn dan. Stopljen.
Verjemi mi, ko ti rečem, da te mam rad. Teh besed ne mečem okol in jih ne blatim. To, kar doživlam s tabo, nisem še z nobeno. To kar doživlam ob teb, nisem še pr nobeni. Zame si neki novga. Neki, kar mi je jako ušeč :*

No vsi še vedno zase držimo neke stvari, skrivnosti jim pravijo. Ena izmed mojih je ta, da več al manj usi misljo da sm nehu ta blog pisat, pa ga nisem. HIH!
Sej verjetno bote slej ko prej pogruntal, ampak ok.

What is the prestige?
A prestige is the final part in an illusionist's act, the Coup de grâce, if you will. There are three parts in every magician's act. First he presents a common item, a bird, an assistant or anything at all. Then comes the twist. He takes that item and makes it vanish or saw it in twine.
But the act isn't about that. Anybody can do that. That's not what people come to see. The people come to see how that item is returned to them, exactly the same and untouched by harm's way. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the Prestige.
This is my Prestige, only that it started with the other end.
Like everything, this blog has an end. That's now. I've tested my boundries and they do not grasp far. I always knew that my thoughts should not be heard, or if heard, they would be misunderstood. Which is the exact fucking thing that happened. I made a mistake doing this. My thoughts were meant to be mine, and mine alone. It seems that what I've done is like unleashing a plague upon people's perceptions; twisting, side-tracking everything. Going both ways.

Maybe we are yet to meet in the real world.