A few days go I got this message that simply said, without any embellishments, how wonderful I am. It took a while for it to sink. Words are strange. They exist in a context that is inseparable from them yet we try our bests to separate and explain them. But they, like fragile flowers taken from the warm light of day, fade and loose something essential to their being. What makes this message so beautiful is the long, sometimes light and simple, sometimes deep and complicated, but always meaningful history it was produced, interpreted, and understood in. To me it truly signifies that I have something to give. And that makes me so happy that I start to cry.

Comes and passes slowly,
but when it matters,
I can count the seconds,
I can remember the moments,
like a million shining stars,
all the small things that happen,
are etched into my memory,
to come back and haunt me,
I’m a traveller in time,
passenger of my own past,
of good times, crying, laughter,
the joys of love.