A moment turns into a wonder, a miracle, something new, extraordinary. And why not? Why sadness? Why drowning...at all costs. There's no sea deep enough to drown the reasoning behind constant, permanent sadness.
Something must be done and it must be done soon. And it can be done. Believe it.
Somewhere inside, even the writer knows that a leaf must be turned, words will change and so will the stories, along with the feelings, and the poems and the writing will be different, because they will drip with new sensations, happiness, joy, freedom.
The art will be no less. And a life will be saved, a soul brought to land, saved from drowning.
Why am I writing this in passive voice? Surely I mean me?
Maybe I am not ready to embrace the change, just yet. But I am definitely making the first step.
And now for something completely different.
