On the sky, serene and clear, clouds float aimlessly and carelessly. Water flows through the river banks, and wind blows throught the leaves. Following the Path of Infinity, all things are in harmony.
Where am I? I am floating on these clouds, in deepened dreams and illusions to pass. Relaxed, warm and with no worries, enjoying simply passing, into existence and non-existence, as every day passes with me and time moves forward. But I don't care, for I am the floating cloud, drifting slowly through the blue infinity.
I have a passion for passion and a love for love, I sleep in time, I am rich in void, being all I can be while being nothing at all. I am the Floating Cloud.
English
You might've been a scribe in Ancient Egypt.
If you've always wondered what people will remember about you in the future, it might actually be a hint about your past. Maybe you were an Egyptian scribe, a well-educated writer responsible for keeping track of every important occurrence. Your opinion matters, because in the future, YOUR hieroglyphic symbols (or your blog posts) might teach people about what life was like. If spelling and grammar mistakes get on your nerves, it's probably because in Ancient Egypt, they didn't have a backspace key -- once you wrote something, it was carved in stone. 
