You hide behind the branches of an old friend. Here long before you and I now and after. Whispers cut across leaves as you
Dear Reader: Dear Noone
Dear Reader: Flowers
Dear Reader: A Pair of Shoes
Dear Reader: Welcome Home
Dear Reader: I Am
I am the window that brings light into the dark room. I am that light. I am a mountain few are able to climb. A book too complicated to read. I am sweet wine and whiskey, shaken not stirred. Born of Earth. I am hidden amongst the stars rare, but not rare - well done you found me.
Dear Reader,
On a journey to find myself, I lost myself to find myself.
X, -A
