I got really mad at nights when the moon takes charge on the sky can you guess, how? I enter in the safe zone of my thoughts and exit from the other door to make strong, a relationship between lunar cycle and my behavior. Adult me, no not at all! a nine years old child bangs there because sometimes my mood and sleeping pattern trace rise and fall of the earth's ocean.
Your words wear attires of smile, faith, hope, insight, wisdom, truth and the echoing silence of you coming to you every time, I feel its a bundle of questionnaire, a humble answer to all queries that offer solace and peace like a musical terrace of mute home. If I'm worry. Your poetry is joy.