Guyam Island

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying…and everyday on the balcony of the sea wings open fire is born and everything is blue again like morning.

If you don’t travel, if you don’t read , if you dont listen to music, if you don’t find grace in yourself, you’ll die slowly.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way than this.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere you’ll find yourself and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.