rambling thoughts from one influenced by antihistamines....

How is it that one can feel so........lost, in the midst of a sea of people coming and going.......dancing in a symphony of movement that seems to propel them nowhere...........they are ever blissful and blinded in the shades of grey that have enveloped them and, somehow, do not realize that just beyond the grey is the most beautiful, brilliant, clarion of purity......
..........the masses are so drawn to the symphony, yet, I have no use for it.
I refuse to settle for the dreary when at my fingertips are available such treasures that I cannot fathom......abundances so rich......
I feel rich and I feel poor.
I feel weak and I feel strong.
I feel joy and I feel utter despair.
I feel love and I feel disappointment.
I wear my humanity on my heart so that no one sees me, the real me, and so, no one knows that I am not part of the dance, that symphony of grey.
No one knows my despair.......save one......the One who knows all things.....the One who wraps His loving arms around me and whispers in my ear the things that I need to hear.....only He knows.......only He knows.......
Funny, to me, how perfectly sucessful one can exsist in the grey from the inside looking out, but, from the outside looking in is not a picture of success, at all, but it is, instead, the very picture of hell......