I love rain and misty and greyness falling down from the mountains making this very much in between and closer to something that can only be sensed behind the veil of conciousness. Out there behind the horizon is a new beginning that will stay hidden until I have cracked the riddle. So what is that feeling in the chest in the morning when sleep still lingers? Why is dreamland all of the sudden on the chaotic side at the moment? The journey continues and smallness grows. I love the rain and the greyness of the clouds.
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