There is something I need to say and I just am not quite sure what it is yet.
Till then I am full of joy and happiness and excited about the uncertainty. One chapter has ended and I am staring at this beautiful blank page that separates the chapters in a dream almost waiting for the next one to begin. It’s not waiting so much as being present, in this blank page where suddenly my eyes are playing tricks on me and images appear or maybe it’s a book with pictures (which it is because I’m writing this book and I like pictures). I am losing myself in this imagery that represents where I came from and this path I walk, not sure where, wondering.
Blessed be this day.