Turn around, cast your eyes in my shadow. Dance around within it, next to it, with it. Together we are wonderfully one. Wind stops for us as we perform. The wood’s little critters and creatures smile at our dance. The brown bark smells like moist coldness, the green leaves are beautiful And the night air …

I’m tired of feeling blind.

I’m resurecting my mind. I’m starting to feel again. My soul is still fighting the battles on the frontline. I still listen to my mind from time to time, each time I realize how far I am, from starting, from finishing to anything inbetween. My soul is open to the world – feed me. My …