Jaje Nightlock

I am that forgotten roadside gallery waiting for time to pass, eagerly waiting for the new day until again I see the forlorn colors of the sunset. I am that which can be seen in various forms formed by ghosts and shells, droplets of ink, strokes of pencil, in a rather thin layer of onion skin. I paint my colors bit by bit and with sound waves too. I am that lone traveler hopping from one story book to another with bread on one hand and berry on the other.

But most of all I long to bridge the chasm that eternally yawns between this life and the other--one inconsolable secret. And to be once again be united with that part of the universe which I feel was cut off. I long to understand.