FluentRain

"What higher invigoration than this..those thoughts that are too beautiful, I would say cannot be penned. But the beauty of its truth, is that I do not want to."

Truth is a mirror Time is a clear reflection Yet life hoards secrets

I spend my days roaming the shaded spots, and barking at the light as it threatens my resolve.  There is no greater comfort than a reprieve from that celestial sphere, which draws itself over the earth, constantly moving forward - in a perpetual circle. Each day I watch it come up, starting anew its birth on the horizon.  And each evening I watch it sink far from my dark existence.  I want to believe that it continues on forever, so that I can chase it to the ends of the universe.  That used to be my dream. The darkness that surrounds me makes me uneasy.  I can't sit still, I roam the unrecognizable landscape in search of the light.  I am h

Sitting here alone... I feel myself, reaching out to infinity,... or some place I don't know, or maybe can't understand. Is this myself I see, so seldom looked at or seen clearly.  Always glimpsing a part, never a whole. Or maybe my destiny, no longer stretching out mysteriously in front of me.  Surrounding me now.  Is this me looking at the choices I could make, of unknown, unpredictable outcome?  Is this a moment of indecision?     I want to reach out with my mind, to try and move.  But everything goes blank, and I return to where I was.  Or did I move?  If so, does everything look the same because I am so naive?  Is this the measu