There are times when words cone to me
T here are times when words come to me, not my own, words spoken by souls that have passed before words meant only for me, created where dreams are forged made out of tears and smiles for me alone, and when they arrive, these golden words, these dark, tender, bittersweet illuminating words, I cannot articulate them, though they shine upon me blinding me with their promise of epiphany. It is as if the warmth of the sun and the chill of the night were one and they would have enveloped my heart... Sign in to see full entry.