And with this the desperate seek of comfort is erased. The ennui remain and the despair or desire to migrate to a different land, a different mass. To have a different origin becomes too hard to bear. The hope in one dimension dies out giving birth to a all new hope in different dimension. It becomes hard to discern, what’s right and what’s wrong. All that remains is the quite desperation to run, fly and escape. To be in a different landscape, to be in a different world.
P.S. Some time I wonder why do I start a sentence, more a paragraph, more an article itself with the phrase “AND”. Don’t know something compels. May be it manages to hide the origin of the feeling which drives you to write such kind of abstruse stuffs.
A Smile :)