بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

writing's a breeze, when a Muse is the wind, pushing or pulling, gently or urgently, no matter the weather or need, stormy or calm, your echo you'll always find in me. no rush for immediacy, time may pass as He pleases, until I can hear from you (iA) again, so then slightly easier we breathe. I've already endured silences before, so I'll endure them all for as long as He wills me to live, perhaps in our End with His permission, your touch and voice I can have for all of Eternity in living. be steady and safe, taking care of your life and your place, comfort and solace are ever to be yours, with simply a token of patience.