The end of the tunnel is getting closer.
Strong smells of life caress my nostrils,
Shades of greys make their marks,
Deafness, blindness are slowly lifted away.
I have come back to life where she had given up.
My blood's running in her veins again.
Volcano humming after some major chaos.
Back from a long exile I finally feel home.
I will not hide escape or desert her this time.
Impatience going, wound healing, trust on its way. Time to grow up.
We'll learn to know each other.
Answer to my sadness and loneliness
Ready to let go, disappear, die.
I will speak the truth, sometime...
clairem --- 31 May 2004