Future. I look to you hoping to see something new. To see a version of myself that would be appealing and attainable. In the microseconds of every day I see you becoming no more than yesterday. I cannot move beyond myself and these walls, yet, there is progress. There is more! A balance between what was, is, and what will be. Carefully orchestrated beyond my reach and significantly within and out of my control. What a whirlwind you are? Oh creation, a mystery and a mastery; not to be put under the microscope.
ML Malta
Inspiredaholic 