decided to write again.

skimmed through old notes, i saw the rain, i saw the rainbow. the wheel was and is still at work. continuosly, in may, in june. everytime. things were let go, things are now free. but some are still tangled around her. not so much a beauty, but a chance to grow. hidden smile and secrets, i was hoping to see thru that golden binoculars. shall i sail to the north or to the west? to the garden of the sun. to stand for the battles with the monkeys. when You told me so, Father. when You told me so. my fingers arent that many, eyes are not that sharp, thus im in a need of that voice, saying You love me always.