This art piece entitled "the journey of love", is stolen from a blog. I hope you can both excuse me and forgive me Ivonne!

Im hiding in its title, wrestling with the colour.

The hope of colour straining my eyes in the black, earth fog of Clarence Street.

Two years of silence now
feathers on the ground
the dusty ghost still stirring
and I wonder where You are...
and I wonder where You are...
and I wonder if I’m just an owl in the dark
searching in the stars...

Gomars, I feel like I am loosing you in a whirlwind.

You hold back like a tear.

But we aren't leaving and you don't have to fade away...