A secret passage

 Cold evening

The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence. 

There’s a secret beauty that lies in the air of afternoons like this. A sweet smell floats in my garden and as I see the flowers bloom, I feel I may be blooming, too. I found a secret passage in my special place, and each time I visit it, a thrilling and relieving sensation takes all over me.  I’m willing to start a new adventure.

–Valen🎃