...the meaning of life is found in the perfect embrace...

...too bad reality is only in our heads...just a bunch of silly dreams...then dawn comes u wake up and the dream is gone forever, while you linger awake wishing that you had remained asleep forever. In the abyss all things exist, but are without meaning...just an impression ...time will help me through, but it doesn't have the time to give me all the answers to the never ending why... ...as if each of my dreams and each desire belongs to whoever had it, not me ... it always fascinates me to find an intimate thought in the notes of a melody, the brush strokes of a painting or the lines of a poem... Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us, what happens to the rest?