The heart of man is naturally corrupted and the things we used to see, that made our lives sing with hope and dance with rapture also pass by quickly, and quietly. But the truth is still hidden and the stories that we want to tell live with us as we grow with the rivers. We sometimes look for our stories from some other place, except ourselves. I wonder why we do not look within to find the best stories that will give our lives meaning...

I am the wind. I have disappointed myself and I feel the effects of that betrayal deep in my soul. The waters are still clean but they are completing an effect that will forever be here with those cool winds of the evening. I guess I long for my waters that make me fresh and clean. I am the wind....

What is colour? Why is it important for me to want more of colour from this wave of mist that is floating in and out of itself? It is reality still that is forever changing even though it is in one shape and essence. I am awed still...

We all seek new and want different, but the new that we have is sometimes not as new as we want it to be. And sadly sometimes the new that is there is not as visible and as solid as we want it to be. But then the voice is there, the song is still singing silently in our heads and the memories of our past and current life live together as we see and seek this new beginning of self...

It is a tunnel of long ends both in dimension and scope. It is a long darkness that is neither in shape nor in complexity. What is traveling through this tunnel of long kisses of sweet lips is a melody of feeling...

Perhaps there are no heroes and no villains in the world. Perhaps we are heroes of our past and villains of our future. Measuring upon the rocks of reality; the day that is still frozen by fear is still an illusion and a foolish view that can change for the better. Those rocks that have stood the ground before we came here still narrate similar tales of conflicts and forgiveness that still shape the present...