Broken moments fall together and
the one decision to begin a never-ending journey.

Why are we so desperate to be seen and heard?
Lonely hopeful creatures we are,
yet creatures of creation we are.
I love my work, exasperated and gladly so.
If all these pages burned to ashes,
and all my trials vanquished,
fears devoured by the flame,
I will have nothing left,
nothing but happiness.

An emigrant from the land of lost
into the land of free.
A new life! How exciting!
Will innocence finally be mine?
My friends await me.
The literary Kings of the past,
they have many presents to welcome
her humble arrival,
the treasures of their worlds.

The entrance hides in the wind,
the key is to sail against,
while others are sailing along.
Head straight onto its unceasing rage,
unbearable force,
the pressures of a thousand tonnes.
At the height of your effort to push through,
you will only remain in the same place.

One can never truly beat it.

The secret is that you need not surpass the wind,
but you must patiently withstand
total obliteration… within it.
And at the moment
of your loudest roar, the portal
will show, and a forewarning with it,

Trust not what you see but be fooled by how you feel.

Proceed with plenty courage and faith,
and you shall be floating then,
gone from this old debris,
yielding into that warm elusive embrace
of the new world…

as their long awaited
King.