A series of words born out of a couple of heartfelt off-the-cuff poems, rescued from oblivion one chilly new moon night. Unreachable heart of a lovely muse, ephemeral turned immortal.
Inspiration drunk with melancholy, invasive memories, the protagonist is losing herself between dream and reality... when the one haunting her dreams, one night, knocked on the door.
First quote from Fool's Paradize...:
"I don't know how to approach this story or what to think of it.
A story that did not come into being on a summer's day.
A story that did come to an end on a winter's day."
Second quote from Fool's Paradize...:
"My thoughts are miles away.
A flight-of-fancy miles-away.
A miles-away in her compagny.
A miles-away were an "us" is possible."