Stories

The day swang up and went to sleep, hiding behind a mountain of robins from us. And I run away to my world of letters and words. And I quite like doing it. It is such a stroke for the soul. Just I switch off my mind and let myself be carried away by the landscape of thoughts and sentences. Sometimes I would like to forget the time and run where the heart calls. Just for a little while, for a few moments. Let myself drift on the wings of dreams. Reflecting on what happened or facing the unknown? What will the next day bring? Will be beautiful and full of laughter again or will be full of melancholy and sadness?

And so I try to keep a few of my memories on the lines in my secret garden between the letters.