(this probably doesn't make much sense but oh well... just some thoughts written down)

Today is one of those grey days where i wish i could hide somewhere quiet, somewhere quiet and lonely.

One of those days where the world just seems a little more sad than bright. There is good things, but they are slowly washed away by the still flowing stream of sadness. Like a lonely flower floating around in an endless ocean. I can't work, i can only think, and for once my thoughts seems clear. At the same time i don't know from where all these words emerge. A secret shadow that only appears in dim light. A shadow with the texture of sentences. Lines of meaningless ramble and wisdom.

When i'm feel like this every word i read touches an emotion within me, and i come to think about the meaning, the meaning of it all. As so many minds have done already... Maybe the meaning is in the words we write?

The only thing i know is that what means the most is the feeling of being safe, safe and loved.