I waited for you
thousands of suns and moon nights
lonesome windy sighs
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This is a lonesome view. Despite the beauty of the sky, the greens, the mountain, the ocean. Like a man’s heart story. A writer’s heart is always alone. No one else can share the sadness and/or the joy in the unseen heart. We can share through our words when we write or speak. But we cannot really share exactly what we think and feel inside, which often lack of the exact words or pictures. The world can only hear, see and read of what we try to communicate with the external signs (using words, pictures, songs, paintings, gestures and various modes of external usually physical expressions) and try to interpret according to its own perspectives. That’s all. Unless we are joined in the spirit.