It is a fact... I barely can draw.... and the only ideas that came to me were these..... about this reflection and the exile stil in process......I think my journals have been part of those reflections.... my pains, my old wounds and al of that..... I can hear voices in my mind... and I can talk with them...... then other things come... and it seems that time and space are lost for a while... when each second seems to be so long as the world life.... Many things move around..... and I need to find Light again .... I am praying for that..... and I hope the answer won't take time.....I am sure .. I believe... and I am sorry .. for many things....

Many days on the top of that cliff.... the winds are stronger and it is colder each time...... what am I doing here???? what is my purpose???? In the Holy name of Light.. I hope I will have this inside my mind, my heart and my soul once more <3<3<3<3