searching rest in movement, I waste myself, afloat carrying and being carried forceful, yielding a soluble state of being availability of moving and being moved letting go carried away bent by what escapes me inhabiting contradictory forces, I find myself in between.

Dear students in the sun I’m looking forward , feeling upwards to seeing you very soon I’m so excited it’s hard to contain in my body . I’m longing to see and get lost in your eyes , but I’ll try to save it for a special moment . I…