Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Behind the veil of illusion, a story unfolds, trampling and full of fear we take a step.

Knowing the veil is our illusion, the on we have created the one we don’t want to torn.

The comfort of the illusion keeping us warm up to the pain we can’t longer endure.

We can’t break it, we can’t torn it, we can’t change it, we can only walk in the unknown.

The veil of illusion slowly falling down, uncovering the brilliant bright side of the unknown.

© Elke T.B. Stevens. 6/12/2018