Milena Veen

It seemed to me that life was a giant ice skating rink, and I was the only one who didn__ have skates. Most people fear death. I don__. I__ only afraid of not living. I don__ want to be the one behind the ice rink fence, watching other people having fun.

Sometimes, very rarely, life endows you with a moment of sheer flawlessness when everything is just like it is supposed to be _ the smell of the air, the softness of the light, the sound of birds perching in the treetops, and someone__ smiling eyes. You don__ even try to make that moment last longer, you just exist inside its depths, while everything outside becomes invisible. Then something cracks almost inaudibly; a sunbeam starts to shine a little brighter, or a dust particle changes direction, and it__ over. You can feel the pulse of the outside world again. And you don__ want to go back inside. You just feel grateful.