What do I do after the night? After the silence that emptied me?
The silence that calls me home, home to you.
A place where everything was always untouched, a place I call home.
The rolling hills, vast fields and meadows, the streams that gently flow through the countryside. Everything calls my name. It reminds me of the love that is present.
Am I really everything I see and even more?
Not Only a minor part of everything, but everything a part of me.
Each character of the story that I myself create.
At night when I look at the stars again and the moon kisses me goodbye, I realize that every sadness was only a mendacity in the greater truth of life.
