The sun chases the moon, magically. Beautiful,
The dark clouds leave my house while the murky mist of the night
disappears with its deep darkness
I hear voices coming out of my mouth. I see my hand
moving towards my pen. I grab it.
I feel the dusty clouds fade while I start writing. I write, I write…
I see the beam of light shining through my door,
I open my door, the sunlight takes the dust in my head,
I feel consistent comfort and the relief with the new beginning
