The moon and the stars, celestial bodies, whirling and swirling, traveling from who knows where to who knows where, unfathomably large, inspire us to ponder, question and dream… We seek the eternal, when we’re already of it.
Meanwhile, I write, and in the process open myself to the eyes of every stranger whom Fate would have cross my path. I dig deep -otherwise it wouldn’t be writing. I divulge and confess, attempting to peel layer upon layer of all that is superficial and mostly inconsequential.
Writing is a gate that opens, a host that welcomes you in, guides through door after door, and all the way to the center of his most private domain. Otherwise, it just wouldn’t be writing.
This said, I welcome you to enter my world, and, join me on the journey that is about to swallow me whole -if you so desire…
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