I always dreamed of developing in the honeycombs of your most delicious legacy.

I dreamed, that approaching your interior could melt your complexity’s darkness, and play with the volumes of your consciousness.

For a moment I even felt the smooth, warm light of the blue of your reasons, of your complexities, of your achievements and
your love.

Only a madman could draw a blue light out of a beginning of blackness.

My love, my being, my soul, my essence,
It’s me, my footprint.