obscured

the meaning of it all is obscured

and for the first time (or so I think) I am not so sure if and how I can deal with this. It is, indeed, bigger than I.
Sleeping, obviously, a very sound choice.
Sometimes I wish I could just float on those big puffy clouds that grace our northern skies these days. Or drift with the wind and just dance.
Hard to come back on the ground, hard to go on.

Oh mother, give us strength