I`ve been away for almost a year.....
And now I`m just confused.
The meaning of existance becomes the main topic again as I consider that soon I`ll return to my previous life.
I fear it will suffocate me, and I fear that I`ll get used to it all too soon and will let it stifle me.
I will once again see the blurred shadows of reality dancing on the wall, not ever daring to turn around to see the real thing.
Have I ever dared doing that?
Introspection is selfish, so is sorting your own problems instead of hepling the others.
I wish I could cease to care about such trivialties.
Fin for now - no fun at all.