A Journey Back Home
WRITINGS ON THE WALL
I am the words in your head; I am the sound of the river - the voices of trees, the cry of an orphaned child. I thrive in silence, yet embrace the beauty of chaos.
New York. September 11, 2018.
The statue of Liberty beckons but we have to stay on this side of the shore because of inclement weather. There will be other days to go here, I am pretty sure. I found my family on the other side of US. Happy days that make me realize that I should stay optimistic.