Opening a Window

 

To the one who comes here day after day after day...

Is that you?

Do you long to reach out to me?

Do you long to talk to me?

Don't be afraid.

I might have closed some doors, but I left a window open.

I'm still here.

I may have stepped away and shut down most of my modes of artistic expression, but I'm still open to listening should you ever feel like talking... explaining... sharing... laughing.

I'm still here noticing every time you stop by to be counted.

Taking that risk of talking to me openly will be like moving from black and white to vibrant color.

What are you waiting for?