Who I love is who you are. The soul with the open mind, and the open mind with the great soul. You are a wanderer who wanders the wonders of the world. I wonder how this came to be and, why we are how we and who we are. The art you show me paints new pictures in my head. And it’s like, a graffiti on a train taking me to a place I need to be. A picture speaks a thousand languages and the language you speak is art. It’s a way of making sense out of how we came to be and is there a way we can sit at the edge of the universe on a dock? Having our feet dangle over the small rocking boat that leads us to another universe and in that universe we find the place we need to be. But what’s in that universe? It’s welcoming like when a baby comes into the world. And everything we thought we knew isn’t close to what we will see. And now that we are here, we realize that everything isn’t as perfect as it’s sought to be. This new universe isn’t Like the one we come from but worse in your eyes because as I realize, you lie with the mesmerized.