Germania

All things come to those who wait. Some must an arduous journey take. The battle within, the reflections beyond. I arrive at the door, somewhere I was seeking. I have a hand in mine, escape artists, limbo a distant memory. Just the ride, to leave you behind, just another collection of broken pieces.

Here there is hope. Here I stand, here I roam, here I open my eyes from the darkness afore. I want to call it some kind of poetry, just to wind you up like one of those toys and watch you go off, buzzing in all directions. You know you can't deal with some words and concepts. I want to always be bigger than I was before, even beyond a mortal body. Maybe not possible, but aim for the sky, I would tell any child on earth the very same.

From here with love, there is so much more to come.