He always seems so far out
Stoning or thinking; it's indiscernible
The Mystery draws my attention
Like a persistent moth dazed by the bright lights
The strong pull towards the unknown
Drives the intrinsic desire to unlock the mysterious him
But it may all be fairy tale after all.

Under the deep blue skies
I lay on the rich green grass
Lazily counting the cotton candy clouds
Till I got so lost in them...
The world falls behind me
The sweet scent of freedom is near
Back to the wild, carefree, away from worries and anxiety
Back to basics...

Putpockets n.--Former pickpockets giving back

USGAE: "Visit to London always have to be on the lookout for pickpockets, but now there's another, more positive phenomenon on the loose--putpockets. Aware that people are suffering during the economic crisis, 20 former pickpockets are now trawling London's tourist sites slipping money back into unsuspecting pockets."
--Reuters, Aug. 19 2009

Aint that sweet......
Like Free Hugs on the streets