Fly with me

Today shines with the special kind of dark light of rainy days.
Momentarily it becomes darker, only for the grey to become the strongest light there is.

Butterflies, I thought yesterday when I felt it was getting too grey for me to be able to survive without a cry. And at that thought colours arrived, light offered its guidance and I learned I should not spend my days in awe,
but accept the fact that all the beauties are my sister and brothers,
me equal among them
we one strong
one light
one being
one feeling


I don't have to depend on someone to help me along
as they don't have to depend on me.

It goes without saying,
without asking.
You are here, I am here.

We are.


Thank you, I want to say.

There are others. We are all here.