The crimson sunrise

The darkest winter is once again over. Now it is time to venture forth into the light – the inevitable summer. I shake the remnants of past sorrow from my eyes and arise from the deepest abyss that has kept me cold these past few weeks. I will rise again and recover what I had lost, which I left and now will return to.

The door to miracles has opened for me once again, and everything, everything that I will do on this day forward will be devoted on keeping that door open. That door will open to my crimson sunrise, which will surround the core of my existence with the most purest and radiant light.

(The words are conceived by red horse, tequila, generoso, my SLR, severe sleep loss and various events which bring me here. I’m about to go to sleep. P.S. – Good morning/afternoon/evening my crimson sunshine.)