Ode to a stranger...

I feel like I've been blackout for the past twenty years and suddenly someone shoot across my sky with countless questions and it takes me years to answer them all, some things are left unsaid and they’re the most beautiful answers... but never answered. It’s sad and splendid. It’s hard to wander and reside foolishly when there's so much beauty on the land and I feel like I’m seeing them all for the first time. Why did I never bother to see them all handsome?  There were million answers to my questions and I never looked for the key to open my closed doors, I thought they would never open and now I realize I was being foolishly in love with my past. I can't sense anything but wonder how gorgeous life is.

IThe world you called real was mist for me and I never discovered any rays of sun to burn them into amusing mornings ,birds never sang for me and rain never danced for me but I recognize they always did everything for me and I never really noticed it in my December fog. Now I cannot be the moon who consciously sank into the sea, there’s life everywhere! 

For the monk who sold his Ferrari!