Hiding

in the great blackness. You know the feeling. When you feel small. And the world seems huge. Way too big for you to take in. And this only makes you feel even smaller. Smaller than the ant you just walked by. Smaller than the microbe you just coughed out. You are too vulnerable to look this shiny day in the eyes. And much to vulnerable to be seen by anybody else.

So you stumble around the darkness until you find a corner. You sit down. You wait for it to pass. You wait for the blackness to disintegrate. To eat itself from within. You wait for the bright light to stop shining into your eyes. To disperse itself across the universe. You wait for your thoughts to calm down. For them to take the long, winding and scenic route. You just sit there, waiting. For the special something. For the special someone. For the special moment. For the special smell. For the special feeling. For the calm thoughts. (Crap, none of these ever come, do they?)

(For more photos from a photo packed day see Myth and Svinje)