Beauty is in the effort put into small touching moments. Truly magical and sometimes overwhelming. Converging like floating magnets on the still ocean reflections from the rippling waves of the milky-way. This is life as we live, searching for that soul-beacon to reinforce our path. However always unnecessarily hesitant. Fear of rejection and persecution by the confused grand master puppeteer.
Ridding this insecurity has to be done through a beautiful gesture where no words can explain the meaning and reality becomes dreaming.
