Last minute post before I go home (prepare for some really random ramblings):
It was rainy these past few days. Looking at the gray sky, I felt something stir inside of me. Right before the onset of rain, I looked at the clouds...there they were, fat with anticipation, hanging over the rest of humanity. The air was cold and harsh, promising nothing but bare solitude stretching into infinity. The horizon looks bleak and dull, but this shade of sadness was beautiful in its own way. Like Black Sabbath's music, it was darkness without pain. These are the words/feelings that come to mind when I was staring into this sweet oblivion: sublime, subdued, somber, melancholy, poignant.
It's moments like these that I wish I could freeze in time and put away -- so I can experience it over and over, until my being has satisfied its appetite for the abstract, intangible things in this plane of existence. As what was once said, what is essential is invisible to the eye.