I believe in the wanderings of my mind, The pages of old book, The fragrance of the coming moments, and signs of good, even if they are not fulfilled.
I believe in action and in the hope that can only rise from its depths.
I believe in sunrise, even if I could not see it, in far away hills, in life’s ability to renew herself in my rotted veins.
I believe in the rot bleeding out of me to burn as oil lighting my way again.
I believe in moving forward until death. What is behind means nothing to me except as source of motivation, to keep me going forward.
I live a ghost in search of a body, a shadow in search of a light, a hope in search of someone that can hold to it.
I search for an anchor so I would not soar to where no one can see me. It does not matter to me if it is too late, or if it is impossible. The search is everything. It is my life. It is my freedom. It is my hope. It is my light. It is me.