Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

My Utopia, My Heaven

I like to ponder when I am travelling alone during those long-and-almost-no-traffic timing, on the bus or cab. Though I may dread loneliness, but yet I enjoyed the solitary where I can have some quiet moments by myself admist rushing through the hustle-bustle of life of a typical city-dweller. Which, unfortunately is inevitable as it is horrendously suffocating.

I always had this vision, of myself lying freely, on this vast endless lush greenery that spread across the horizons, embracing the whole earth. Basking in the soft warm glow of the sun, with the breeze kissing my cheeks, and my soul roams freely. Totally liberated. Free-spirited. No constraints nor restraints. I longed for the escapism to this seemingly mysterious yet serene utopia.

Who can take me to this place called "heaven"?