ISLAND. Awakening

I do not get a moment’s peace because of my interweaving thoughts. There are long-awaited heavy rainfalls on my Island. This year leaves me embarrassed and disheveled, like a bird, which got its feathers wet, and now it is waiting for the Sun to take off the land. There are some moments, when our life demands changes like seasons change every year. This time I faced such a moment. I go deeper and keep getting stuck in jungles of my own mind, branches are hanging on me so I cannot move my hands. I am waiting for a rain because I know that after rainfall all the flowers will bloom and everything gets bent out of shape. The Sun is going to shine again and I will hear the birds’ chirpings. And with birds’ voices I will hear my own. Everything that I have ever written. Everything that I am creating. And everything that I am going to create. That is all about you and for you. That is about every person here, who, like me, is waiting for rain to see new flowers.