Something that reminded me of something

Just read something that reminded me of something and so I replied it with something, which I hope would have been something relating to the something I read and would have been something helpful to the person who wrote the something I read which I replied something to.

This is the longest something sentence I've written so far, I think.... @@ Indeed fitting the theory of crap and shit and domination of the world.

Suddenly feel like propaganding this blog and the theory/religion of crap and shit... wonder if it will ever reach the same evangelist position as that of the Scientology (someone tried once with a theory that we all came from the toe-nail germs).

Douglas Adams would have agreed with my actions, I am certain. Not sure about Asimov, he might look at me and say, "What's you got to do with this whole crap and shit thing?"

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A friend of mine, someone I once commented to be talented, extremely, of arts and literature, is now locked up (guess where).
A friend of mine, someone I can actually relate to extremely, is now in a state I fear day and night that one day I will be in.
That same friend of mine, stroke a queer but long desired conversation within me and myself and my other friend in relation.

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We never got out of Finland.
Was just reading Johnathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. At the same time wondering the reason why this book, in particular, made me feel quite uncomfortable about several things. Then, I finally understood. It reminded me extremely of my feelings for Finland. The description of Faerie and the people there, are so precisely the way I see Finland that... I am intrigued by it.

Finland. Faerie. Arthur. Elves. Fantasy. Magic.

Are these not the things I craved for all my life, longing to be a part of?

We never got out of Finland.
For many exchange students, it was merely an experience. For me, it was more like a life-time.
Unlike many exchange students, I experienced... too different a thing.
I saw the magic in the woods, the elves dancing.
I saw Merlin in display, I saw the land of the light and the land of the gloom.
I saw pink mists flying, and I saw discipline in the midst of decadence.
I saw myself melt away to become something/someone I was not, and then back again to someone I will never be again.
Like a wash in the pagan river, like a path to Avalon... like leaving the reality behind...
I never came back...

Maybe that is why I am not satisfied with my life as present, no matter what I do... I cannot put my heart here, because I've lost it there... In Finland... in Germany (duh)... in Europe...

Because I never woke up from the pink mist of the morning rising on the frozen lake while I walked with Peter Pan to his island of Neverland. Peter Pan flew away, and I lost myself in the mists, forgetting the key to flying.

How I long for Finland. I just long for Finland. The place I had called home the day I arrived, and a country where I could belong. At least there, I am so foreign, I wasn't foreign anymore.