see, how the trees dance in the wind.
all that was said before belongs to the past, and is not true in this moment of life. all that will happen in the future, belongs to a reign I do not know nor want to know. it is not alive and vibrant in this instant. this, is all I have. this moment lost in time, the sand in my hands, the tears of light falling from my eyes, the wings, and the stars looking at me from above. I have walked new paths. the dead bird in the grey house has stopped his whispers and his questions. now I stand on my feet, now I am proud, now I am a whole.
for this, I have to thank you.
