what if?? i questioned self.. gets delivered a letter; to the same address filled with love and affection and I'm sure it won't make distraction. the time, I saw, shedding like feathers changing seasons with annually repeated weather trying to remember the face unseen since last December. Dearest Sister, i trust your eyes reading the inked the pages of my diary i wrote being on life's brink. the colored whites you would keep close confined to self and not to the world being taken out on the marked calendar dates when the years would roll over time and again." Pushkin Channan
Driven by the means to communicate.....