The Many Languages of Kacco

The woman before women… Life embodied… The Queen Bee of our hive… yes, she has gone…

I am not sure how I feel about a moment where time stops… where seconds become hours… where there is no life however no death to claim the soul.

I want to call people I love but I have nothing to say. I feel compelled to their presence, yet cannot conceive any reasonnable excuse to draw them to me.

I have been given a privilege… but it weights on me to share it…

The grand mother has taken a new journey… The mother of the mothers and the fathers… She created so much life that I liked to call her Mother Earth.

Kacco x