IRC-Galleria

Sitting here, staring at the screen. Many thoughts, enough space but hesitation. I know what I should do and who I am but I keep losing the traces of 'the meaning'. Sometimes I avoid thinking about the meaning. Sometimes I find the beauty of it in ephemeral things but, like butterflies, it doesn't stay for long to grasp it . So there I find myself lost in a vicious circle. Oxymoron. I am near sighted, so I have stopped looking. I try to listen. Between the lines lays the truth says he. My hapless senses lie to me again but I have no one else to trust. If I could relate beyond my senses ? I need to lay over, the journey is long and a stop should only be enough for some rest. Goodnight.