Dear Ataraxia:

Thank you for the poems.

I made a sort of collage of them, picking something I like from each:

Travel without destination. A leap of faith, that’s where greatness come. Look to the eyes.

Yet my heart still not broken; Bruised, bleeding but beating, still. There’s no rush, be friends with time. Find you mind, your heart, your will

Freedom is what I desire; Unchained from the walls that surround me. Shine, brightly as the northern star. Remember that after winter comes spring; And the winter of your heart will be but a dream.

anita