I used to look forward to Christmas with eager anticipation. There was the buying of new clothes and dressing up. And going to midnight mass. And meeting up with friends. And exchanging presents.
I feel a bit ambivalent about Christmas now. Maybe it’s because I have grown up. The story of Santa Claus no longer captures my attention. We have so much that giving and receiving gifts seem almost futile.
Nostalgia. Gives me goose-bumps.
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Did you know there are 43 trillion possible arrangements of the Rubik's Cube? I'm convinced this must be the number that can help me define my self. Go figure!
dEliRiuM
I am a child of the night
My name was formerly Delight
In the chaos I wander, out of sight
My soul has sunk to the depths, risen to the heights
I am sister of Dream
My trail leads you to a bubbling stream
Under the stars, I catch a moonbeam
My soul remembers to sing, to breathe, to sigh, to scream
dEliRiuM is me
Learning to be free
Let go of me
Don’t let go of me
My name was formerly Delight
In the chaos I wander, out of sight
My soul has sunk to the depths, risen to the heights
I am sister of Dream
My trail leads you to a bubbling stream
Under the stars, I catch a moonbeam
My soul remembers to sing, to breathe, to sigh, to scream
dEliRiuM is me
Learning to be free
Let go of me
Don’t let go of me
mOmENts iN TiMe
cOnNecT @
fRieNDs oF dEliRiuM
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