IRC-Galleria

11/7/2009

"At times come these moments...
It all becomes somewhat surreal.

The context: the time frame, the locus of a life parted.
Maybe not lost as such.
Just... Irrelevance.

What finds its meaning is the world within. Thoughts overlay the real, everything falls behind the transparency of the conflict at hand.

I just lose myself. Not like a daydreamer, nevertheless adrift. And none of it's euphoric. It's just the moment. It's the bubble that keeps you from realising that the real world would puch a hole in you.

My world moves a distance. The dimensions pan at its power. None of the strength is abundant, nor even at my disposal. I take a lean to the window, and zoom countless measures away from what surrounds me.

People, they're there. They're talking. It appears to me that I really don't care.

But now it's all back here to mock me again.

An unholy hypothesis unveiling once more."