My Psycholand

 

5/19/2010 - Photo

…still looking for a place under the sun…I am everywhere, but I’m  nowhere! My anchor is getting heavy and I need to drop it, I need a place to come back to, a place to call my home. Sometimes it seams that my “quest” is over and there is relief, but then another day comes and familiar impatience starts to itch and I know that my search goes on…and on…and on…it is time to stop and enjoy…I want to stop…Again it seems I have found my place. Is this the real thing or just another illusion, time will tell…

…still looking for a place under the sun…I am everywhere, but I’m  nowhere! My anchor is getting heavy and I need to drop it, I need a place to come back to, a place to call my home. Sometimes it seams that my “quest” is over and there is relief, but then another day comes and familiar impatience starts to itch and I know that my search goes on…and on…and on…it is time to stop and enjoy…I want to stop…Again it seems I have found my place. Is this the real thing or just another illusion, time will tell…

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    If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?