Non-Sage Ner

I see the sky as glasses through monochrome glasses, hear the bells echoing in distant hallways and empty corridors. But I am blind as to the beauty of life, deaf to the music of that moment; Most people are. I find life to be meaningless, but to the extent that in its lack of meaning, it becomes meaningful. I am at a loss as to what love is. I love the kindness of strangers to strangers, the mellow face of a girl I can never meet, the silence of a room, the voice of a good friend - the rain that randomly falls, some other time. The sunshine of good days. Paradox, it all is.

I hope I am wrong again.