I whisper to you because I felt your fingers on my shoulder blades and on my ear. My presence was electrified when I felt you sniffing my vanilla hair. I whisper and tell you that I am amidst the fog. I am here, you touched parts of me, but you have to reach with your inner. You have to be patient, you have to be calm. Can you understand how breathtaking I am? Learn to breathe, to breathe deeply and naturally. I am here. When you reach with your inner, you will smell my breath of pines and poetry. Breathe them all. You don’t have to navigate. The trust in the landscape of the uncertain will guide you. It will be like a walk in the woods at the break of dawn.
You are here. I am here.