In my solemn solitude silence takes over. Nothing can be heard but the passing of the wind through my hollow head. Then slowly I hear words fluttering near my ears merrily playing around, chasing one another. They whisper teasingly, these restless butterflies. They seem thoroughly eager in seeking for a place to settle at last. But these flighty thoughts are often a tricky catch. And when I come near to finally grasping them, the strong breeze blows by and takes them away.