At the end of winter, as the surroundings seem so everlasting gray, I will try to turn into something more than myself. Into that beyond myself. I will further develop myself. In the darkness I will open my eyes to see what’s there. Try to find relevance. Try to define…

Dear Weaver Dear Drop Dear Sad Dancer Dear Flame Dear Journey Man   As I am on my way to meet you, these thoughts are running through my mind… The day is bathed with a rose like sheer. Soft but still blinding. It gives me comfort to remember, that I…