Life the unknowable, the struggle, every step forward I take is uncertain, as though I'm staring at the blankness of night, the feeling of bewilderment-- hush, what is my heart saying?
The lacuna, the conundrum, a sense of loss and desolation,
where is love and comfort to be found?
A dense mist hangs in the cold night...I am lost, totally lost.....the hours deepen, I shiver....is this but a dream?
(in response to a piece of flute music)
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