Acedip

The real has no existance,
     and the un-real ceases to be,
the reality of both has
     thus perceived by the seers of truth.
voices have no answers,
     neither do I,
voices hear the presence,
     without any essence,
the sounds of sorrow,
neither the sounds of joy,
     do I here,
Its presence lingering somewhere,
with the deep blue essence of the meadows,
     cant see through my painted window.

–Dated: Aug 2004.

Its about wanting something from a very long time and when you are finally at that point, you feel lost. You no longer seem happy or sad . There is certainly no sense of achievement. It does give a feeling of looking through a long dark tunnel but not wanting to reach for the light, the darkness and the stillness no longer scares. Sometimes its just best to drift.
The picture fetched from my flickr