Remember my winter post from a year ago? "I woke up to the sound of the storm (vuuu VUUU) at 5am (2 hours ago), and the sound is getting wilder as hours go by (VUVUVUVUUUUU)..." I have the same setting today, at the same place, windows are shaking wild, just the same. Looking out the window with sleepy eyes, I wonder what has changed. I wonder if something inspirational will surface, so I can make a fuss about it. Memories invade my mind, and images, and feelings, and surgeries, and my own learnings and sayings. I do say a lot of things in certain settings. I said a lot of things this year, through these lips, to myself and to others. I'm thinking by speaking, evolving forever. Although the nature favors silence that masks imperfectness, with a slight touch of cold and darkness, I'll keep on speaking bright and loud, against the sound of the storm, against the reign of the standards.
