
Wet all over,
shaking to the bone,
I wonder,
He who makes 'heat' makes 'water'
He who makes 'darkness' makes 'sunshine' too
And I wander, now happily further.
Black... Why black? Isn't it a mourning colour. I don't believe so. "Black" is the colour inside our brains. Black (when we rest) causes us to dream. A great thought comes at a blink (blackness)of a second. This blog is going to be "My Inner Voice" ... the black inner voice. Let's see what transitions through it.