Eye emerge.
"The darkness around us was deep."
A subtle, middle of the afternoon type of melancholy settled over me.
The saddest happy-ending you've ever seen.
Thoughts return to a city-scape... where tears mount like Babylonian bricks...
And every builder is trying to make a name for himself.
Hollow glory of man.
And I desperately find myself trying to distinguish the "meaningful" from the Babel.
But it's beautifully scenic from atop here...
And though my "search" for meaning often ends with my computer responding, "We are sorry but 'being' is a very common word and was not included in your search," I remain optimistic.
“In our lives there is bound to come some pain, surely as there are storms and falling rain; just believe that the one who holds the storms will bring the sun.”
Composing this is absolute agony.
Me.
