In these dark rooms where I live out empty days, I circle back and forth trying to find the windows. It will be a great relief when a window opens. But the windows are not there to be found— or at least I cannot find them. And perhaps it is better that I don’t find them. Perhaps the light will prove another tyranny. Who knows what new things it will expose?
..but there's always another window...open to receive a of The Light...and to throw out all the darkness and fears of an lost ...so that The Life could continue to dance its charming play with lonely ballerina wonderful composition in its dreamy intense scenario ..great work my dear!