Realization
I need to wink at the sun and wave my fingertips at the stars, so maybe through a lack of words, the true color of light will be revealed to me. So i know who I am and I know who you are. Maybe by words dropped by chance, little by little everything will be revealed to me. Maybe if I spoke french, or Exupery was spanish, I'd be a rose without a cage, ready to experience your world.