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.