The gift of new beginnings,
The sorrow of unfinished journeys.
The promise of new experiences,
The miss of a lost touch.
Some old faces. Some new ones.
Mornings and Nights.
I looked at the horizon.
Last reminiscence of a setting Sun.
A string that binds past to the future.
And connects place to place.
Where can I find that string, I wonder.
Whom should I ask for it?
A voice echoes within me.
The string is you. You yourself are the string you are looking for.
Never let go.