I adore your silence even if it hurts, I sense your solitude and I sense its sorrow, I admire your balance which I may have unsettled, I love the feline autonomy of the Leo, I love the Aussie citizen who may have depleted the eucalyptus leaves, the Innocent still hiding in the fridge, the Lover tempted to ignite the fridge, L’Enfant Terrible who has lost his way, the Divine Kid playing on the beach, I love to analyze the observant and meticulous Alchemist, I am charmed by The Magician and The Embodied Artist, I love the radiance of the Aussie Sun. Infinite More-than-Love.
A clumsy confession
