the angels got together

"Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, 
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, 
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, 
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. 

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, 
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, 
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, 
Let me forget about today until tomorrow."


..and then we started thinking about haunted figures, about ghosts, about vital illusions. how can you pretend the non-existence in the surreal life? jumping in and out reality and interference, "walking through life meeting ghosts and meeting ourselves".
.. just stay in the jungle..