“I tread through the black ice, covered in the feathers of yesterday. Ages pass, I've seen the muddy water. To be alone, to be loved, to be hugged. I do not have the greatest looks. But I've a heart made of stars, the galaxies through my eyes. Each constellation a reminder of our love. I cannot forgive the past. Nor can I see the future, all I know is that there are two roads one leads to the grass. The other is a stray path full of broken blazed diamonds. I carry your photos in a briefcase everywhere I go to the ships anchored in the unknown.”
