Everytime I say a word to the invisible God, it is a bridge into your territory. I whisper, I brake. Change is hard to take; all I have is the movement, this moment, and I’m taking it forward. I leave behind what cannot remain, I cannot stay I must say, talking to my invisible One, changes everything. It is beyond natural. Beyond Nature. Beyond my kilometers and mile. What dialect can describe the truth of Love that draws me like a bridge o’er Change?
Day: Nov 20, 2019